KAIA Skull Clutch

A siren washed in moonlight and memory.

Kaia moves through the world like a fading hymn — her skin lit with soft gold, her body draped in a pearlescent veil.

She yields to the quiet pull of lost songs — the kind you only hear when night falls heavy, and the stars forget their names.

Her wings unfold with the slowness of tideglass — fragile, lustrous, always just out of reach. She is not of this time — and she never will be.