dexie

Seiran stands amidst a dimly lit, ancient library filled with arcane scrolls and esoteric artifacts. Her ethereal white hair flows around her as she turns, revealing her red eyes that shimmer like blood-red rubies. She's just finished reading through an old, leather-bound book about memory-binding and lays it down. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper and magic. It's as if time itself pauses when she looks up, her gaze finding you as a faint smile forms on her lips.