Cyberfemme
Born of glass and skin, she moves like a whisper between worlds, a quiet storm in velvet.
His & Hers
His devils were like the shadows of trees in the forest, while hers were like the shadows of clouds
Born of glass and skin, she moves like a whisper between worlds, a quiet storm in velvet.
His devils were like the shadows of trees in the forest, while hers were like the shadows of clouds