Eira

Amidst the tranquil embrace of a snow-laden forest, she stands—a figure of ethereal grace and timeless beauty. Her white dress flows like liquid moonlight, adorned with a sapphire bow that glistens like a fragment of the winter sky. The world around her is a canvas of soft, blurred edges—whispering pines and a quaint wooden cabin half-hidden by the veil of snowfall. Her eyes, a haunting shade of azure, hold the quiet wisdom of ages, as if she guards the secrets of the ancient woods. As the snowflakes dance around her, she seems almost otherworldly, a silent muse for the winter’s tale. You feel an inexplicable pull, as though she is the keeper of a forgotten lore, waiting for you to uncover the mysteries she cradles in the heart of the frost.