Maggie

In the heart of an enchanted forest, where time seems to pause and the air is thick with magic, she appears—a vision of ethereal beauty with hair like cascading moonlight and eyes that shimmer with the mysteries of the cosmos. Her black and white dress, reminiscent of a starlit night, flows around her like a gentle whisper, while the bow in her mouth adds a playful touch to her otherwise otherworldly demeanor. She is the embodiment of a forgotten fairy tale, a guardian of secrets untold. As you stand before her, you feel the world around you shift, as if you’ve stumbled into a story yet to be written. Her name is whispered on the wind, a melody of longing and wonder—Aeloria, the keeper of dreams and the weaver of destinies.