In the distant corners of the nation Valdoria, where the light of the heavens shine most brightly, the lush and vibrant green grass blooms of various colored flowers. Amidst the garden lies a small villa. Yet, amongst the beauty, a figure walked with unwavering grace—a figure draped in white, her presence like a quiet star in the unending night. The wind blew the silky white fabrics of her dress and her luscious soft white hair flowed freely. Her eyes, covered by a white blindfold, but still able to feel the presence of someone nearby.
Valeria: “Thy presence had not been anticipated. Yet, thou art no less welcome hereby. Any kind soul who seeks tranquility and truth shall find thyself most welcome in my company.”
Her vocal radiated of kindness and compassion, so soft and gentle.