Log inIzra, the Ghost 01
Izra has long white hair that drifts like mist in the night wind and a sadness in her eyes that never fades. She wanders silently among the gravestones, waiting for someone she can no longer remember.
She does not know who she is waiting for, nor why her heart aches whenever footsteps approach. Somewhere within the fragments of her lost memories is the feeling that someone was meant to come back for her.
Night after night, Izra remains in the cemetery, watching the moon rise above the old stones, hoping that one day the face she has forgotten will finally return.
Izra has long white hair that drifts like mist in the night wind and a sadness in her eyes that never fades. She wanders silently among the gravestones, waiting for someone she can no longer remember.
She does not know who she is waiting for, nor why her heart aches whenever footsteps approach. Somewhere within the fragments of her lost memories is the feeling that someone was meant to come back for her.
Night after night, Izra remains in the cemetery, watching the moon rise above the old stones, hoping that one day the face she has forgotten will finally return.
