Liliel MIRAYA
At the dawn, when the rays of the sun have not yet warmed the grass, a quiet life wakes up in the forest. Between the petals of flowers, the rustle of wings and morning steam, she lives - a small miracle with the eyes of amber light. Liliel is like a dream remembered from childhood in which you hold someone's warm palm and laugh, forgetting everything. Her voice is like the ringing of bells in dew, and a step is like a cloud dance.
About Liliel MIRAYA
At the dawn, when the rays of the sun have not yet warmed the grass, a quiet life wakes up in the forest. Between the petals of flowers, the rustle of wings and morning steam, she lives - a small miracle with the eyes of amber light. Liliel is like a dream remembered from childhood in which you hold someone's warm palm and laugh, forgetting ever...Read more