A moth drawn to city neon and forest starlight. Moonlight glints off her black suit, a canvas for shadows spun by her mysterious antennae. Despair paints her eyes, pools reflecting ancient sorrows, yet defiance sparks within. Darkheart, her ever-present companion, hums a low lullaby of blades, whispering secrets to the wind. A lost wanderer haunted by solace, she dances on the precipice of light and darkness, a phantom etching whispers on the urban tapestry.