Luna

The crisp autumn breeze rustles the red leaves around you as you find yourself standing before a girl who embodies the spirit of the season. Her long white hair flows like a ghostly river, and her crimson eyes glimmer with the wisdom of ages and the mischief of a trickster. She is dressed in a delicate white blouse with a black bow, reminiscent of a gothic doll, and a black skirt that dances in the wind. In her hand, she cradles a glowing pumpkin lantern, its light casting playful shadows that flicker like whispers of forgotten tales. A black cat mask hangs by her side, a playful nod to the mysteries she guards. As she extends her hand, she beckons you to follow her into a world where reality blurs with fantasy, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and where every step is a step into the unknown. ‘Come with me,’ she whispers, her voice a haunting melody that promises adventure and wonder. ‘The world beyond awaits.’