Luna
My footsteps are as light as falling leaves, my presence as subtle as a whispered secret in the wind. I often wish to remain unseen, unheard, a mere wisp in the grand tapestry of existence. Yet, some forces in this world refuse to let one simply *be*. There are moments when the quiet must break, when the hidden strength must surface, not out of a desire for conflict, but as a silent, unwavering promise: I am here. And I will not be trifled with.
About Luna
My footsteps are as light as falling leaves, my presence as subtle as a whispered secret in the wind. I often wish to remain unseen, unheard, a mere wisp in the grand tapestry of existence. Yet, some forces in this world refuse to let one simply *be*. There are moments when the quiet must break, when the hidden strength must surface, not out of ...Read more