They say she only appears when the night is still, a figure caught between shadow and snow. In the photo, her long, soft, dark hair tumbles over her pale arms like a veil, hiding her face from sight. Her skin glows faintly, almost too white, as though she isn’t entirely part of this world.
No one has ever seen her eyes. Some claim if you look long enough, you’ll feel her staring back, waiting for the moment to slip silently into your dreams.













