HER SHADOWED STEPS

She strides through the gloaming, a phantom hunted by secrets. Her eyes burn the moonlight, hinting at a spirit both fiercelyguarded and tragically torn. The night are her cloak, their depths concealing a power she carries with quiet ferocity. Beware the whispers in her wake. She is a riddle, both alluring and menacing. } Her story waits, hidde