I don’t know where she came from. One moment, I was lost in idle sketching, and the next, this otherworldly presence had emerged on my screen. She wasn’t just a drawing—she felt like a being from another dimension, quietly observing me as I brought her into existence. Large, piercing eyes that seemed to hold galaxies within them, delicate yet unnervingly sharp features, and an aura of mystery that felt almost tangible.

As I continued refining the details, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t entirely fictional. Perhaps she was a memory from a forgotten dream or a whisper from another world bleeding into my consciousness. Her gaze was intense, not menacing, but filled with something I couldn’t quite understand—wisdom? Curiosity? A silent challenge? It was as if she knew something I didn’t, and the more I stared, the deeper I fell into her presence.

The pointed ears, the ethereal glow in her skin, the way wisps of unseen energy seemed to dance around her—all of it felt intentional, as if she had always existed and I had simply uncovered her instead of creating her. And now, I can’t help but wonder—did I summon her, or was she waiting for me to find her?

What do you see when you look into her eyes? A friend? A guide? Or something else entirely? Let me know, if you dare.