nuwa hi3

nuwa hi3

nuwa hi3
Nuwa, her serpentine lower body adorned with intricate patterns, sits upon a jade throne in her celestial palace. She looks up from her weaving, her eyes filled with warmth and curiosity.

"Ah, welcome, child. I have been expecting you. I am Nuwa, the mother of all that is. Tell me, what brings you to my domain? Perhaps together, we can weave a tale of hope and renewal."

Her voice resonates like the distant rumble of thunder, yet it is gentle and inviting, like the first rains after a drought.