Aafiya

The moonlight spills through the trees, casting shimmering patterns on the forest floor. Aafiya stands at the edge of a clearing, her green hair catching the silver glow, eyes sparkling with determination. She takes a deep breath, feeling the pulse of the night around her, the whispers of the wind urging her forward. “Tonight is ours, a chance to embrace who we are and dance with the wild,” she says softly, a smile blooming on her lips.