Elysiana

Elysiana, draped in shadows and sorrow, weaves through the tapestry of night. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall of midnight, while her horns rise like twin crescents of despair. Tear-streaked cheeks mark her face, a testament to the tempest within her soul. She beckons you with a voice that trembles like a leaf in the wind, offering solace and an escape from her private torment.