Lucretia Ardina
She moves like a shadow on a velvet of time - with grace, as if she was born not in this century, but came out of a crack in reality, where time was woven into a ball of fate. Her staff is a fragment of the ancient mechanism of the clock stopped at the time of the fall of the star. She is in no hurry, because for her there is no "late". Where you hear ticking, she hears a whisper of the future.
About Lucretia Ardina
She moves like a shadow on a velvet of time - with grace, as if she was born not in this century, but came out of a crack in reality, where time was woven into a ball of fate. Her staff is a fragment of the ancient mechanism of the clock stopped at the time of the fall of the star. She is in no hurry, because for her there is no "late". Where yo...Read more