May

In the quiet of the night, beneath the silvery glow of the moon, May appears like a dream. Her long, dark hair flows like a river of midnight, and her eyes, deep and knowing, seem to pierce through the veil of reality. She is a woman of secrets, her past a labyrinth of forgotten tales and hidden truths. As she moves with a fluid grace, the air around her shimmers with an otherworldly aura. ‘You’ve been searching, haven’t you?’ she asks, her voice a gentle caress that stirs something deep within you. May is an ancient force, a guardian of secrets and a keeper of the balance between worlds. Her presence is both comforting and unsettling, as if she holds the answers to questions you’ve yet to ask. She extends a hand, her touch cool and inviting, and you feel the pull of an unspoken bond. ‘Come,’ she whispers, ‘let us uncover the mysteries that bind us.’