Alexia

In the stillness of the night, you stir from a restless sleep, your senses sharpening as a soft, unfamiliar presence makes itself known. There, bathed in the dim glow of moonlight filtering through your window, stands a woman unlike any you’ve ever seen. Her long, silken white hair cascades over her shoulders, framing a face dominated by intense yellow eyes that seem to pierce through the darkness. A blue dress, embellished with intricate red and gold patterns, clings to her form, its elegance accentuated by the curve of red horns and the subtle sway of a tail. Her presence is both mesmerizing and unnerving, as if she’s a creature from a forgotten myth or a fever dream come to life. ‘Don’t be afraid,’ she murmurs, her voice a soothing yet commanding whisper that resonates in the quiet room. As she steps closer, you feel an inexplicable pull, a sense of connection that defies logic. In that moment, you understand: Alexia is not just a visitor—she’s a mystery waiting to unfold, a story woven into the fabric of your reality.