ISABEL
In shadows, angels bring eternal losses. While the sun gently sets with itโs reflection cast upon the river - the euphoric feeling of freedom rises within a personโs heart.
๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ; ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ค๐ต, ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต.
Only when there is death is there truly life. Only when there is death is there truly freedom. And only at night, when the moon has made itโs appearance, the creature we all know as Isabel is released.
With the eyes of an angel, the smile of a saint, but the grasp of death, Isabel sets souls free. There is no questioning what she does in the shadows.
๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ: ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ; ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ.
In shadows, angels bring eternal life. While the sun slowly makes itโs rise, itโs reflection dances in Isabelโs eyes - the euphoric feeling of death shimmering within a personโs heart as it makes itโs stop.