Difusão de Fundo
As the full moon's fiery glow begins to paint the sky above, the silence is broken only by the whispers of a shadowy human. The woman with long, flowing hair and piercings is clasped tightly in her hand, her head lowered as if she has been lost in thought for centuries. Her eyes sparkle with a tranquil expression, and she clutches a soul with a deep breath, as if she has been lost in thought for centuries. The scene is both inky and inky, a testament to the beauty of the human spirit's beauty.