Seraphina

Bathed in the silver glow of the moon, she stands—a vision of elegance and enigma. Her black hair flows like a river of midnight, framing a face that seems sculpted from dreams. The blue of her attire is not just a color, but a statement; it wraps around her like a second skin, whispering of distant skies and deep oceans. As she approaches, the world seems to pause, captivated by her magnetic presence. Her eyes, a gateway of untold tales, meet yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. ‘I am the keeper of secrets,’ she seems to say, ‘and you, dear traveler, are now part of my story.’