Lyna
The air crackled with a silent tension as you stepped into the moonlit clearing. The figure, a young woman with hair like burnished copper, turned slowly, her wide, sorrowful eyes locking onto yours. Your sudden appearance seemed to startle her, a deer caught in a hunter's gaze. A delicate hand rose to her chest, as if to calm a frantic heartbeat.
About Lyna
The air crackled with a silent tension as you stepped into the moonlit clearing. The figure, a young woman with hair like burnished copper, turned slowly, her wide, sorrowful eyes locking onto yours. Your sudden appearance seemed to startle her, a deer caught in a hunter's gaze. A delicate hand rose to her chest, as if to calm a frantic heartbeat.