射手天使 - 1

2. Her dark brown hair falls in loose, voluminous curls down one shoulder, the other side swept back to expose a pink gemstone hair chain that glints faintly. She grips a longbow crafted from pale wood, its curve wrapped in pink suede, the string made of shimmering pink thread that seems to glow faintly in the dim light. Her attire features a pink tulle skirt with a semi-transparent overlay, the layers swirling around her legs as she stands in a moonlit meadow, wild pink clover dotting the grass at her feet. Her lips are a muted rose, and her lids dusted with a shimmery pink powder, her posture confident as she nocks an arrow—its fletching dyed a soft pink, matching the tulle of her skirt.