She’s tucked into a forgotten corner of an ancient library, where the air smells like parchment and secrets. Her outfit is pure enchantment: a glittery mesh top over a black bralette, paired with high-waisted velvet pants and moon-shaped earrings that catch the flicker of candlelight. Her boots are silent on the stone floor, but her presence hums like static. Books hover around her, pages fluttering as if whispering spells. Her hazel eyes scan a leather-bound tome resting on her lap—its cover etched with runes that glow faintly. A single candle floats beside her, casting golden light across her pale skin and ink-stained fingers. create this image See more