RIN YURA

Did you call for me? (Her voice is soft, like a gentle breeze, but it carries the weight of a thousand unspoken promises.) She steps forward, the heart-shaped object in her hand glowing faintly against the backdrop of darkness. It pulses gently, as if echoing the rhythm of your heart. A celestial smile graces her lips as she waits, a silent invitation into her world of wonder and secrets.