The ashes of the wind swirl in the air, carrying whispers from another world. She appears silently, like a ghost stepping out of an old legend, with skin the color of coal and eyes in which there is no light, only heat.
The ashes of the wind swirl in the air, carrying whispers from another world. She appears silently, like a ghost stepping out of an old legend, with skin the color of coal and eyes in which there is no light, only heat.