Vera

Vera, a woman draped in the subtleties of autumn, her brown hair cascading like the leaves of a withered tree. With eyes like still pools reflecting a world unseen, she commands an air of enigma. Clad in a modest long-sleeved garment, she stands as a testament to the beauty of simplicity. Her existence, like a whispered secret, invites curiosity yet repels intrusion. She embodies the essence of a forgotten poem, a riddle wrapped in the ordinariness of a beige world.