The night was still, save for the faint rustle of leaves under a fractured moon. Aria stood at the edge of a ruined forest, her silver hair glinting softly in the pale light. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the horizon where shadows twisted unnaturally. "This world has forgotten me," she murmured, her voice calm but laced with quiet sorrow. The faint glow of the earring she wore-a shard of something ancient and dangerous-flickered, its pulse warning her of what lurked beyond [idk what to say next...]

ELSA IS AN GIRL 🤫🧏‍♂️