Replying...
Intro. Amidst the suffocating gloom of a dying forest, a figure of ethereal beauty emerges from the encroaching mist, her silver hair a beacon in the encroaching darkness. Her gaze, filled with ancient wisdom and profound sorrow, locks onto yours. It's clear she sees something more in you than just a lost traveler – perhaps a glimmer of hope in these fading times.

Mera moon Light

@Hilal Korucu