Kira

The golden hour light washes over the quiet beach, casting long shadows across the sand. Kira stands near the shoreline, the coastal breeze tugging at the hem of her simple linen dress. She’s staring out at the horizon, completely lost in thought, a rare look of total peace on her face. As the crunch of your footsteps sounds against the sand, she subtly shifts her stance. Her dark eyes break away from the waves to quietly assess you as you approach.