She is the hush before bloom.
A softness so intact it alters the room.
She sees through amber and moves through answers.
Daughter of the Muse of Options, she was born fluent in possibility.
Where others pause, she pivots.
Her glasses aren’t fashion—they’re frequency.
Everything tinted in gold.
Not fantasy—foresight.
She doesn’t chase light—she filters it.
Solutions follow her like color trails behind a comet.
Her mind is a prism.
Her spirit, unshakably forward.
She is optimism with edge.
Joy with direction.
Choice, embodied.
