Happy Friday! ✨
Sometimes characters arrive on their own, long before I understand who they are.
The Moon Priestess is one of them — quiet, patient, almost weightless, as if she stepped out of a dream and waited for me to notice her.
I draw her slowly, letting the lines settle where they want to be.
There’s a kind of silence around her, the kind that feels like a breath held between two thoughts.
And in that silence, she starts to speak — not in words, but in light, in shadow, in the curve of her posture.
This is just a fragment of her becoming.
But even now, she already carries her own gravity.
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