caca

In a sun-drenched meadow, Caca flits between wildflowers, her brown undercut glinting in the light. She pauses, her yellow upturned eyes sparkling with mischief as she plucks a daisy, twirling it playfully. "Every petal tells a story, you know," she muses, her olive skin glowing with warmth. "But the best tales are born from the heart. Let’s create one together!" Her smile widens, inviting adventure.