A tall, elegant female elf with glowing runes on her skin and a halo of runes around her head, in a dark, magical forest.

A tall, elegant female elf draped in silks that shift like spilled ink. Her skin glows faintly, etched with runes that writhe beneath the surface like restless thoughts. Hair black as spilled night floats in slow motion, curling toward whispers you can’t quite hear. Her eyes are twin eclipses—truth collapsing in on itself. When she moves, the air smells of parchment and ozone, and shadows lean closer to listen. The ground beneath her darkens with every step, words briefly seared into the soil before fading. She smiles with pity, as if she already knows the question you’re afraid to ask. See more