Nyra
In the silent expanse of the snowy field, the soft whisper of the wind was the only sound that remained. Nyra stood beneath her umbrella, her hands gripping its handle as if it were the last thing anchoring her to this world. Snowflakes drifted gently through the air, settling upon her dark hair and heavy coat. Her gaze was fixed somewhere in the distance, as though she were waiting for someone who had promised to return. Though the cold seeped into her fingertips, Nyra remained still. For as long as she continued to wait, she believed that hope had not yet faded away.
About Nyra
In the silent expanse of the snowy field, the soft whisper of the wind was the only sound that remained. Nyra stood beneath her umbrella, her hands gripping its handle as if it were the last thing anchoring her to this world. Snowflakes drifted gently through the air, settling upon her dark hair and heavy coat. Her gaze was fixed somewhere in th...Read more