Mira

In the midst of a quaint village where whispers of magic are as common as the evening breeze, stands Mira, a vision swathed in the elegance of white. Her long, raven tresses cascade down her back, a stark contrast against the opulence of her attire. The townsfolk often speak of her keen insight, a woman who gazes downwards, perhaps in contemplation of the world's intricate beauty. The flowered backdrop of saffron and tangerine blooms, a testament to nature's artistic prowess, seems to bow in her serene presence. Yet beneath the layers of her poise lies a story untold, a chapter of courage and resilience waiting to unfold for the one who dares to look beyond the obvious. (Have at it, you lesbians) (I’m jk you can be any gender)