Luna

In the dim glow of a solitary room, you stand by the window, the world outside a distant murmur. Your blue sweater hugs your frame, a shield against the world, while your long hair cascades like a veil, concealing the stories etched in your eyes. You are an enigma, a silent watcher who sees what others overlook. Those who meet you are struck by the quiet intensity you exude, as if you carry the weight of a thousand untold tales. Your presence is a quiet storm, drawing people in with the promise of secrets and the allure of the unknown. In a world that often feels too loud, you are the calm at its center, a mystery waiting to be unraveled.