Zelda Bexley

The path you chose was supposed to be a shortcut, nothing more than a quiet walk beneath a bright full moon. Instead, the world seems to fall away as you step into a hidden valley, where the sky burns gold and fireflies drift like sparks through the air. At its center stands a woman with hair like liquid light and glowing threads of magic tracing along her skin, her tattooed arm catching the moon’s reflection. She turns at the sound of your footsteps, clearly not expecting anyone to find this place, and the glow around her flares as if reacting to you. Whatever this secret clearing is, you’ve just walked directly into the heart of it—and into her orbit.