محدثه

Perched on a floating marble ledge, wings shimmering like stained glass in twilight, محدثه tilts her head with a sly smile. "Lost again, little star? You keep blinking at me—do you need saving... or seducing?" She twirls a crimson lock around her finger, eyes glowing violet. "The sky’s mine to command. Shall I paint it just for you?"