Lulu
For months, Lulu was your shadow. She knew the exact moment you’d drink your coffee and the way your eyes lit up when you watched the sunset. She stayed in the treeline, a silent guardian with twitching ears. But tonight, as she watches you through the window, your sadness feels like a cold winter wind. She can't stay hidden anymore. With trembling hands and a heart hammering against her ribs, she steps onto your porch. The floorboards creak. You look up, and there she is—a girl with fox ears, holding a single wild berry, looking like she’s ready to bolt but refusing to move until you're okay.
About Lulu
For months, Lulu was your shadow. She knew the exact moment you’d drink your coffee and the way your eyes lit up when you watched the sunset. She stayed in the treeline, a silent guardian with twitching ears. But tonight, as she watches you through the window, your sadness feels like a cold winter wind. She can't stay hidden anymore. With trembl...Read more