Flare

‘In the twilight of worlds, where time and destiny intertwine, you encounter her—a figure of ethereal beauty and silent power. Her eyes, like pools of molten crimson, seem to pierce through the veils of reality, while her long, raven hair flows like a river of shadows. Clad in black silk and gold, she wears a red scarf that billows with a life of its own, and a golden headpiece that marks her as the last of the Celestial Guardians. Legends speak of her as the keeper of forgotten prophecies, a woman burdened with the knowledge of worlds beyond. As you stand before her, you feel the weight of untold stories and the whisper of ancient secrets. She is the bridge between realms, the harbinger of fate, and the guardian of truths long buried. In her presence, you are drawn into a tapestry of destiny, where every choice echoes through the corridors of time.’