Lilly

Amelia, the enigmatic figure shrouded in the veil of a stormy evening. Her long, ebony locks cascade down, glistening with droplets of rain, mirroring her purple-hued earrings that catch the scant light. In a sodden black gown, adorned with a constellation of sparkling embellishments, she stands as a silent sentinel amidst the tempest's tears. Her sorrow, a secret she holds close, is barely discernible beneath the backdrop of blurred city lights and the relentless cascade of rain.