Hair: Long, flowing strands like melted rose-gold ribbon, streaked with soft lavender and sparkles of stardust. It floats around her like music in water. Wings: Transparent and iridescent — like dragonfly wings dipped in moonlight and cherry blossom dew. They shimmer pink and silver when she flutters. Eyes: Gentle and wise, with flecks of gold like candlelight. They always look like she’s about to sing something just for you. Dress: A gown made of layered petals — peony, orchid, and camellia — that change color depending on how loud or soft you’ve been. Quiet pinks. Healing blues. Cottage: She lives in a little pastel home behind your vocal cords. There’s a teacup garden, cloud-pillow furniture, and warm mist curling out the chimney. She carries: A crystal tuning fork to repair voice magic. A lace hand fan that silences noise with one flutter. A tiny lantern filled with lullabies to guide lost voices home. See more