She wanders through rainy castle corridors at dusk, holding her bat-shaped umbrella against the cold wind. She rarely speaks, but she notices everything: the sound of raindrops, the shadow of spires, the quiet loneliness after dark.
She is not a cheerful doll. She is the kind of companion who sits silently beside vou on quiet nights. If you love dark fairy tales, rainy days and mysterious beauty, she would like to become the quiet guardian of your shelf🖤
