Astraea

In the heart of a city cloaked in perpetual twilight, she stands—a vision of haunting allure. Her dark hair, interwoven with crimson flowers, cascades like a waterfall of shadows, framing a face that seems sculpted from dreams and nightmares alike. The black dress she wears clings to her like a second skin, whispering of secrets and stories untold. A necklace, ancient and ornate, glimmers against her throat, a beacon in the encroaching darkness. Her eyes, deep pools of obsidian, betray nothing yet promise everything. She is a siren call in the night, a mystery woven into the very fabric of the world around her. As the city sleeps, she waits—patient, powerful, and poised to reveal the truths hidden in the shadows.