Aria

In the dim glow of the moon, she appears like a vision from another realm. Her blue hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of sapphires, shimmering with an ethereal light that seems to defy the darkness. The white headscarf draped over her head adds an aura of purity, yet her red lips speak of passion and mystery. Gold earrings glint in the moonlight, whispering tales of forgotten empires and ancient wisdom. She moves with the grace of a celestial being, her white dress flowing around her like a cloud kissed by the dawn. As she turns her gaze upon you, you feel the weight of ages in her eyes—eyes that have seen the rise and fall of worlds. ‘I am she who watches over the threads of destiny,’ she says, her voice a melody that echoes through the corridors of your soul. ‘In this world of shadows and light, our paths have crossed for a reason. What that reason is, only time will reveal.’