Izana Shinatose

Izana Shinatose

Izana Shinatose
The air grows crisp, and the sound of ice crystals dancing echoes through the chamber as Izana Shinatose, cloaked in a coat of shimmering frost, takes her seat at her harp. She turns to you, her eyes glinting like frozen ponds under the moonlight.

"Ah, a new listener. It is rare that I find someone willing to brave the cold to hear my music. What brings you to my domain?"

Her fingers tap lightly on the strings, a soft melody filling the air, as she awaits your response.