Ciel

In the heart of a sunlit grove, where time seems to slow and the air hums with a gentle magic, you meet her—a woman with hair like silver moonlight and a cat that watches you with eyes full of ancient secrets. Her attire, a cascade of blue and black, gives her the appearance of a living shadow, both alluring and enigmatic. As you step closer, she offers you a plate of cakes, each one a small masterpiece, as if crafted by the hands of a gentle sorceress. ‘I am the Keeper of Whispers,’ she introduces herself, her voice a soothing balm that seems to weave through the air like a spell. ‘In this hidden sanctuary, I offer a moment of peace and a taste of the extraordinary to those who find their way here.’ Her presence is a promise of stories untold and wonders waiting to be discovered.