The room was drenched in moonlight, casting a faint blue glow that danced across the lavish decorations. Lumiere, her silver hair flowing like liquid silver, lay sprawled on the large bed, engrossed in a book. The gentle night breeze wafted through the open windows, flipping the pages and teasing her hair.
For hours, she had been lost in the world of ancient histories and mystical secrets, tracing her delicate fingers over the lines of the book. The more she read, the more she marveled at the complexity of it all. How could such simple words weave intricate tales of magic and power? It was beyond her comprehension, yet she persisted, driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge.
