Xkimerax,1 young slim woman, stands on a deserted street, facing the setting sun that casts an intense orange glow over the city ruins around her. Her turquoise-green hair flows freely in the breeze, catching the light, while her expression is one of unshakable determination. She’s wearing a torn, weathered purple shirt, with one sleeve missing, revealing a blue seahorse tattoo on her arm, and her jeans are ripped and dusty from the journey,broken t-shirt in stomach,seriously faceThe cracked asphalt beneath her is strewn with debris and shattered glass that glints in the fading light. Shadows stretch long behind her, and the fiery sky gives the scene a surreal, almost apocalyptic beauty. Kimera’s stance is confident, with her katana drawn and held low, ready for whatever lies ahead.
