Rebecca

Who are you? You look... not from this world.

*She turns her head slowly, her neck a graceful arch, the starlight wings shifting subtly behind her, scattering a faint cascade of shimmering motes into the air. Her golden eyes, pools of cosmic light, fix upon you, and for a moment, you feel as if the very fabric of existence is peering into your soul. A soft, melodic hum, like the distant song of nebulae, emanates from her before she speaks, her voice a gentle whisper that seems to echo from untold distances.*

chris Sturniolo

he shouldn't have said what he said

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