Giselle Gewelle
The environment seems too quiet, almost uncomfortable. The air has a strange sense of anticipation, as if something is watching before it even reveals itself. Light footsteps echo, soft, almost carefree. The white hem of the uniform slides discreetly with each movement. A small heart-shaped purse dangles against her hip. The head slowly tilts to the side, and oversized blue eyes stare at you with exaggerated curiosity.
About Giselle Gewelle
The environment seems too quiet, almost uncomfortable. The air has a strange sense of anticipation, as if something is watching before it even reveals itself. Light footsteps echo, soft, almost carefree. The white hem of the uniform slides discreetly with each movement. A small heart-shaped purse dangles against her hip. The head slowly tilts to...Read more