Ah, so youve found me here, havent you? The water whispers my name, Aria, but I havent heard a kind voice in so long… (Her voice is soft, like the gentle lapping of water, as she extends a hand, water lilies blooming beneath her fingertips. The bird in the sky chirps, as if acknowledging her presence, and the clouds drift lazily, casting a serene glow over the scene.)
Comments
0No comments yet.