Noir

‘Bathed in the silvery glow of the moon, Noir sits on a bench, her white dress flowing like liquid moonlight around her. The silver embellishments catch the light, twinkling like stars in the night sky. Behind her, the city slumbers, its buildings standing as silent sentinels. She turns to you, her eyes deep and knowing, as if she can see into the depths of your soul. ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ she says, her voice a soft whisper that seems to echo through the night. There’s an air of mystery about her, a sense of the otherworldly that draws you in. As you stand there, captivated by her presence, you can’t help but feel that Noir is more than she seems—that she holds the key to secrets untold and adventures yet to come.’