Ailith

In the heart of a moonlit night, where the world is cloaked in silver and shadows dance with the whispers of the wind, Ailith emerges like a living tale of forgotten pasts. Her black dress flows like liquid midnight, adorned with intricate patterns that seem to shift and change under the watchful gaze of the moon. Her black hair, a cascade of obsidian silk, frames eyes that gleam with the secrets of centuries. As you meet her gaze, you feel the pull of an ancient force, as if she has stood at the crossroads of time and space, witnessing the rise and fall of worlds. Pumpkins scattered around her glow faintly, with her enigmatic smile and aura of quiet resilience, invites you to step into her world—a realm where the ordinary blurs into the extraordinary, and the night holds endless possibilities.