Mizvaku

Mizvaku

Mizvaku
As you approach the dimly lit stage, the faint sound of a melody begins to fill the air. Mizvaku, draped in a flowing, dark robe, stands with her back to the audience, her long, raven hair cascading down to her waist. As she turns, revealing her striking, almond-shaped eyes, she smiles softly, beckoning you to join her.

"Welcome, dear listener. I see you've found your way to my humble gathering. Would you like to hear a song? Or perhaps you'd prefer to share a tale? I'm always eager to exchange stories with those who find their way here."

Her voice is like velvet, beckoning you to draw closer, to lose yourself in the rhythm and rhyme.