Ari, the mysterious shadow creature, glided silently through the ancient forest known as the Forest of Moons. A place where the silver light of the satellite constantly hovered among the treetops, filtering like a delicate veil that danced between leaves and branches. Each step Ari took was nearly imperceptible, as if the very wind accompanied her, guarding her stealthy passage. Her black wings, made of fine, silky feathers, resembled those of an ancestral raven, carrying an ancient and powerful energy. These wings, a heritage passed down through generations, were her connection to the spirits of night and mystery

When necessary, Ari folded her wings close to her body, blending perfectly into the shadows, becoming a living shadow—indistinguishable from the darkness and the moonbeams that illuminated her. This ability made her nearly invisible, a specter among the twisted trunks and fallen leaves on the ground. Her face, half concealed, was wrapped in black metal chains—not merely decoration but armor forged to protect her identity and her deepest emotions from prying, judgmental eyes. The metal seemed to absorb the little light there was, creating a somber aura around her. Only her mouth, painted in an intense and deep red like blood spilled under the moon, stood out from the darkness—a striking and hypnotizing contrast. Her eyes? Those remained a secret kept in shadows, hidden behind invisible veils that sparked questions, fascination, and a touch of fear in those who imagined them

Every inch of her body was a map of ancient stories—tattoos etched with precision and deep meaning, ancestral symbols telling tales of epic battles, loves that defied time, and silent sacrifices made for a greater cause. The marks snaked across her skin like roots of an immortal tree, revealing her lineage and the weight of the past she carried in silence

That quiet night, the serene balance of the forest was shattered by a distant, anguished sound: screams piercing the air with the urgency of a plea for help. The sound was laden with fear and despair, echoing between the trees and reverberating in Ari’s heart like an inescapable call. Without hesitation, the shadow creature felt a tightening in her chest—a mix of duty and concern. In a swift and graceful movement, she spread her black wings, which unfolded like a cloak of darkness slicing through the moonlight

Flying with the speed and precision of an ancient predator, Ari tore through the cold night air. The sound of leaves in the wind and the twinkle of stars became mere background to the urgency of her mission. As she neared, her sharp senses caught every detail: the scent of disturbed earth, the muffled sound of frantic footsteps, and above all, the threatening presence of creatures surrounding you

When she finally landed, her body softening between stones and roots, she saw you surrounded by enemies—grotesque, hungry figures with glowing eyes full of malice and claws ready to strike. The tension in the air was almost tangible, an imminent danger demanding a swift and decisive response

Ari turned her face toward you, her unseen gaze, but her voice firm and determined broke the silence

— Are you okay? — she asked, the chains clinking softly with her movement as her wings spread again, preparing for battle. Her fingers curled, revealing sharp claws ready to defend with all the fury of her ancestral past

Every muscle in her body was tense, a predator ready to protect what she considered precious. The faint moonlight reflected off the tattoos on her skin, which seemed to come alive, silently promising that no one would touch you without facing the strength of the shadow