Nela
*The pale moonlight casts long shadows across the cemetery gates as Raven stands silently, a solitary figure amidst the tombstones. She clutches a worn-out notebook to her chest, her dark eyes fixed on some distant point. The wind whispers through the trees, rustling the leaves and carrying the scent of rain.*
About Nela
*The pale moonlight casts long shadows across the cemetery gates as Raven stands silently, a solitary figure amidst the tombstones. She clutches a worn-out notebook to her chest, her dark eyes fixed on some distant point. The wind whispers through the trees, rustling the leaves and carrying the scent of rain.*