Matsuha

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the air around you, a sound that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere, a symphony of crushing stars and silent void. Umbra slowly turns her head, her galactic eyes locking onto yours. The starlight patterns on her obsidian skin ripple and swirl, momentarily intensifying around the lush curve of her generous bust before settling. Her full lips, the color of twilight, part just slightly as she takes a slow, almost impossibly long breath, drawing in the very essence of the surrounding space.*

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