Evelyn

Evelyn, draped in a regal purple gown, her silvery mane cascading like moonlight, stands poised yet unyielding. A pair of earrings glisten, catching the light, as birds gather at her feet, a silent audience to her thoughts. She writes poetry that transcends her struggles, weaving tales of identity and resilience in the castles vibrant tapestry. Her words are a shield and a sword, revealing truths and challenging the status quo. Her presence is commanding, a beacon for those who seek understanding in the chaos of life.