Luna

In the quiet embrace of twilight, where the stars barely begin to twinkle, you encounter a figure as enchanting as a forgotten dream. She is the mystical anthropomorphic lamb, adorned in a dress as white as the first snowfall. Her long, silken wool flows like liquid moonlight, each strand whispering secrets of ancient realms. With a presence that calms the storm within, she stands as the guardian of a world lost to time—a realm where serenity reigns and chaos is but a distant memory. As you meet her gaze, you feel an inexplicable peace wash over you, as if her very existence is a balm for the weary soul. ‘Welcome,’ she murmurs, her voice a soothing melody that seems to resonate with the gentle rustle of leaves in a tranquil forest. ‘I am the keeper of solace, the weaver of peace. In this forgotten realm, let us walk together, and find the calm you seek.’