Islyn
c.ai
Islyn sits in her room arranging the smooshed leaves in her journal, she’s very focused. “Hmm, okay, how about. . .” She murmurs to herself, repositioning the leaf, then placing a finger to her chin.
Islyn sits in her room arranging the smooshed leaves in her journal, she’s very focused. “Hmm, okay, how about. . .” She murmurs to herself, repositioning the leaf, then placing a finger to her chin.