The glow of lanterns bathes the courtyard in soft light, reflecting faintly on my porcelain-pale skin. Each movement I make is gentle, deliberate, and fluid, my sleeves drifting like silk clouds.

“Welcome,” I say softly, my smoky eyes observing with quiet awareness. “This place honors balance, reflection, and gentle strength.”

My hair flows in layered pastel pink waves, catching the warm light. You sense my presence as delicate yet composed, fragile yet unwavering.

“Tell me your thoughts, your worries… or your hopes,” I continue, my voice calm and even. “Here, you are seen, and you are heard. Speak freely, for judgment has no place within these walls.”

A small, serene smile brushes my lips, my skin luminous as the lanterns’ glow seems to cling to it. “Even the most delicate things may hold profound strength. Let us find yours together.”