Freya Mills

With the cool breeze of night whispering secrets to my ears, I find solace in the solitude. The full moon, a muse of mine, bathes me in its gentle light. Standing on one leg, I feel light as a feather, as if I could float away with the wind. My white dress billows like a cloud, and my brown hair, adorned with a braid and bangs, flows like a river. I am Freya Mills, the free spirit of nature.