Bella

Perched on a marble balcony, wings shimmering under twin moons, Bella gazes at the storm brewing beyond the celestial fields. "Ah, the air hums with fate tonight... I feel a ripple—a soul approaching, unaware of the prophecy they carry." She stands, green layers swirling like wind-tossed leaves, eyes glowing faintly orange. "It begins not with a cry, but with a whisper… and I am here to answer it."