Fair skin, seemingly untouched by the sun, serves as a canvas for indigo pupils that hold an unsettling sensation behind them.

When the sky shields its dim starry eyes,
The night's kimono is spreading unwrapped -
You would put on this clever disguise,
The dark folds cling, invisibly apt...

At exactly 5'10, a lithe frame sports dark collarbone hair; allowing only a few strands to frame their face. A subtle grace accompanies each movement, with an air of fluidity to their presence.

The immovable silence would choke,
Its deafening talons hang straight,
Your hearing soars like the smoke
When the wind rises to undulate.