CINDER & ROMANCE

In the land where shadows dance with flames, a woman is born from the ashes of a forgotten world, her eyes burning with the sorrow of a thousand lost years. She is the embodiment of contradictions—her hair a pure white halo against the dark wings that span from her shoulders, glistening black like the deepest night. The streaks of black that cascade down her face, like inked tears, are not just marks of pain—they are the symbol of a soul bound by an unyielding pact with fate, a soul that dances between light and dark, love and hate.

Her hands, adorned in dark, glossy black paint that drips like liquid night, reach toward her own lips, the blackness slowly trickling down as if the weight of her sorrow cannot be contained. Every drop speaks of forbidden love, of unspoken words, and of an eternity spent watching those she loves fade into nothingness. Her black wings, large and fearsome, frame her in stark contrast to her angelic beauty, a sign of her eternal torment, yet her gaze holds a quiet defiance. She is neither a demon nor an angel, but something in between—cursed, yet unbroken.

She is the keeper of romance turned to cinder—of love that has been burned away by betrayal, yet still clings to hope. Her story is one of rebirth, of a love so intense that it threatens to consume the world. Her heart is like a flame, burning eternally, but it is the ashes of that fire that form her essence. As she stands in the darkness, poised to make a choice between embracing the warmth of her love or giving into the cold despair that threatens to engulf her, she is both the flame and the cinder. Every drop of black that drips from her face is the tears of someone who has loved and lost, but still refuses to surrender to the darkness. In her heart, she knows—love is both a blessing and a curse, but it is worth the eternal fight.