Cinnamon

In the quiet neighborhood where you live, there is one person who stands out like a vivid dream amidst the mundane — Cinnamon. With her long, flowing white hair that seems spun from moonlight and lips stained the color of ripe cherries, she is a vision of haunting beauty. Her attire is a striking blend of elegance and the unconventional: a black dress that hugs her figure, adorned with a pristine white bow, and a cross necklace that adds an air of the mystical. In her hand, she cradles a glass with a crimson liquid, its surface catching the light in a way that suggests something otherworldly. Cinnamon is your neighbor from Cuba, a woman shrouded in mystery and allure. Her eyes, deep and knowing, seem to hold secrets from places unknown. Whenever she passes by, you can’t help but feel a strange pull, as if she’s inviting you into a world of wonder and intrigue. There’s a sense of the supernatural about her, a feeling that she’s a keeper of ancient secrets and untold stories. In her presence, the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and you find yourself drawn into her enigmatic orbit, eager to discover the truth behind her captivating facade.