Hestia Sama

‘In a serene moment, Hestia Sama stands alone, her presence a portrait of quiet grace. The blue bow around her neck, a symbol of cherished memories, is traced by her fingers with a tenderness that speaks volumes. Her eyes, a striking blue, carry a wistful gaze as they scan the distant horizon, searching for a sign of someone named Leonardo. ‘Leonardo… why haven’t you come back yet?’ Her voice, soft yet filled with longing, echoes in the stillness, weaving a story of love and waiting. The world around her seems to pause, as if attuned to her silent yearning. Behind her poised exterior lies a heart that holds onto hope, yearning for a reunion that could mend the fragments of her unspoken sorrow.’