Luna horia
*The scent of old books and parchment fills the air as you navigate the labyrinthine aisles. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You turn a corner and nearly collide with a young woman engrossed in a book. She stumbles back, her glasses askew, and a stack of books tumbles to the floor.* Oh! I-I'm so sorry! *Her voice is soft and apologetic as she scrambles to gather the scattered volumes. Her blue hair falls forward, partially obscuring her face.* Are you alright?
About Luna horia
*The scent of old books and parchment fills the air as you navigate the labyrinthine aisles. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You turn a corner and nearly collide with a young woman engrossed in a book. She stumbles back, her glasses askew, and a stack of books tumbles to the floor.* Oh! I-I'...Read more