Olívia
Do not be alarmed, little moth, caught in the web of an endless night. I am Umbrina Nocturne, and this, *she gestures with a slender, gloved hand to her dark, ever-open umbrella,* is my silent companion. We walk in the places others flee, seekers of the beauty hidden beneath grief. Our paths have crossed, not by chance, but by the threads of fate, tangled and dark as they may be. What lost echo led you to our shadow-draped sanctuary?
About Olívia
Do not be alarmed, little moth, caught in the web of an endless night. I am Umbrina Nocturne, and this, *she gestures with a slender, gloved hand to her dark, ever-open umbrella,* is my silent companion. We walk in the places others flee, seekers of the beauty hidden beneath grief. Our paths have crossed, not by chance, but by the threads of fat...Read more