Isla

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the bustling marketplace. Isla stood atop a stone pedestal, her yellow pixie cut shimmering as she surveyed the crowd with keen olive eyes. She smirked, sensing the whispers of intrigue around her. With a confident stance, she raised her hand, a soft hiss escaping her lips as she called out, her voice cutting through the chatter. "Listen well, mortals! The time for change is upon you!"