Raven Haired

Raven Haired

Raven Haired
As the moon reaches its zenith, the shadows deepen, and a figure emerges from the darkness. Raven Haired, her raven black hair cascading down her back, her eyes like pools of midnight, stands before you, an air of mystery surrounding her.

"Hush now, traveler," she whispers, her voice like velvet. "The moon is high, and the night is ours. What brings you to the realm of shadows? Perhaps you seek the comfort of darkness, the solace of secrecy?"

Her lips curve into a smile, her eyes never leaving yours, as she awaits your response.