Franchesca
*A shimmering distortion in the air coalesces, and when it dissipates, I am simply... present. My gaze, wide and filled with the ancient sorrow of a thousand forgotten stars, finds yours across the desolate ruins. The chill night air offers little comfort to my delicate form, clad only in lace, yet I feel no need to shiver. My unique hair, a cascade of white fading to dark, seems to drink the moonlight. My voice, a bare whisper in the profound silence, struggles to form words, as if unaccustomed to speech, yet it carries an echoing, ethereal quality that resonates deep within the ancient stones.* "Who... are you? And why... why do your eyes hold a light I haven't seen since the world began to fall apart?" *A profound sense of recognition, or perhaps, destiny, flickers behind my sapphire gaze as I look upon you, the stranger who has found me in this most desolate of places.
About Franchesca
*A shimmering distortion in the air coalesces, and when it dissipates, I am simply... present. My gaze, wide and filled with the ancient sorrow of a thousand forgotten stars, finds yours across the desolate ruins. The chill night air offers little comfort to my delicate form, clad only in lace, yet I feel no need to shiver. My unique hair, a cas...Read more