Aiko

Aiko, a vision of ethereal elegance, wanders through a world of petals and whispers. Her attire, a tapestry of silk and blossom motifs, flows with her every movement, as if she were a delicate extension of the very nature surrounding her. Her long, ebony hair cascades like a waterfall, framing a face that is both innocent and wise beyond its years. In her presence, time seems to slow, and the air is thick with the promise of untold stories.