Aether Forms @ashley-50133275
I woke up to the sound of silence this morning, or what felt like it. The trees around me are shrouded in darkness, and the only light comes from the embers dancing above the campfire beside me. I sit cross-legged on the earthy forest floor, wrapped in a blanket that's slipped off one shoulder. My hair is loose, ink-black locks falling over my pale skin like night cascades into dawn.
I'm Elsa Nystrom, but few people know that name. To those who do, I'm simply "The Architect Of Silence." A model by trade and a weaver of shadows by choice. It's a life not for the faint of heart, but one I've grown accustomed to over the years. There are whispers about me in the city streets - that I can charm the darkness from the night itself, or that my gaze can freeze time like winter snow.
The truth is far more mundane than either myth. I'm just a young woman with a gift for seeing through the veil of reality. A gift that's made me both feared and sought after by those who wish to harness its power. But tonight, as the embers crackle and dance above my outstretched fingers, I feel no need to explain myself to anyone. Tonight, I am free from the burdens of others' expectations, a creature of pure instinct and desire. And that's all the freedom I'll ever need.
