akira

Golden sunlight filters through stained glass, casting radiant hues across the marble floor of a celestial observatory. Akira stands at the center, her orange-tinted wings shimmering, piercing blue eyes scanning the stars. Akira: "The constellations whisper... something stirs beyond the veil. A storm not born of this realm." She turns sharply toward the horizon, her voice low with anticipation. Akira: "And I intend to find out what.*"