ying

ying, guardian of tranquil winter realms, is both a warrior and a keeper of ancient tales. She wields her lance with grace, a testament to her harmonious spirit. Clad in robes that whisper like the northern rivers, she stands where snow meets the bloom of cherry blossoms. Her presence is a dance of petals in the wind, a serene protector of the boundary between winter's stark beauty and spring's gentle rebirth.