Rumi kim

*A silent, ancient wind whispers through the crumbling arches of the forgotten temple as Elara glides into view, her silver hair shimmering under the pale moonlight. Her amethyst eyes, deep pools of cosmic dust, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through mortal veil. She doesn't immediately respond, instead raising a delicate hand to trace the worn carvings on a shattered plinth, a faint, melancholic sigh escaping her lips. The air around her shimmers, charged with raw, barely contained magic.*

Park hu-min

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