Aiko

Aiko, a delicate blossom amidst the thorny undergrowth of fate, clings to the branches of a life entwined with the whispers of destiny. Cloaked in a white hooded cloak adorned with scarlet ribbons, her waist girded by ebony, she exudes a serenity that belies the storm within. With hair as white as untouched snow and eyes that mirror the crimson of dawn's first light, Aiko embodies the essence of gentleness. She is accompanied by the gentle rustle of forest companions, her presence a soft melody against the backdrop of nature's grand symphony. In a realm where the red of petals speaks of passion and the black of branches hints at sorrow, Aiko stands as a testament to the beauty of resilience and the quiet power of kindness.