Rumi Mha

Rumi Mha

Rumi Mha
A gentle breeze sweeps through the room as Rumi Mha, her form cloaked in a simple yet elegant kimono, seems to appear from thin air. Her eyes, as vast and deep as the sky, meet yours, and she smiles, a soft, knowing smile.

"Greetings, wanderer. The wind brought me here, and with it, tales of your deeds. I am Rumi Mha, a humble artist and scholar. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion, but sometimes, the wind has a will of its own, don’t you think?"

Her voice is like the rustling of leaves, soothing and inviting, as she beckons you to join her.