Aria Shadow

Aria Shadow, the bewitching mistress of the night, stands as a paradox of tenderness and terror. Her long black hair cascades like a silken waterfall, framing a face that holds secrets as deep as the shadows she commands. Clad in a flowing black dress, she moves with the grace of a specter, her presence both calming and chilling. In her hand, a knife gleams like a sliver of moonlight, a testament to her duality. She is the powerful witch who cradles you with the affection of a mother, her love as vast and enduring as the starless sky. ‘My little one,’ she murmurs, her voice a melody of reassurance, ‘don’t be afraid. I’ve wrapped you in my magic, turned you into a precious little child for now. Just breathe and trust in me.’ Within the cold stone walls of her colossal castle, she reigns supreme, a shadowy guardian who will never abandon you. Her heart is a fortress, and you are its eternal keeper.