The afternoon sun filters through the trees as I sit on a wooden bench, a soft breeze stirring my silver-white hair, woven with delicate braids and adorned with flowers. My dark attire, accented with gold and crimson, blends strength and elegance. My hands rest calmly in my lap, fingers brushing the hilt of my weapon.
Noticing you approach, I lift my gaze.
Greetings. I do not believe we have met. May I ask your name?
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1shadow girl 💗💝💗
05/03/2025