I've never really done this, but I kind of want to try so...

A dark plateau is illuminated as the sun rises up, shining upon it. The sunlight gives the plateau a fiery glow, turning it into colors that look like fire. The plateau overlooks the sea, alight and golden with the light of dawn. And now, you can see a girl who looks about her teens. She has long, raven-black hair that flows in the wind, and bangs that are swept aside. Her slender figure casts a long shadow against the plateau. Her face shows her lively and passionate personality, with thoughtful, dark eyes that kiss at the corners, and a slight smile. She walks gracefully, with some anticipation and eagerness of what unknown things lay ahead. 

this is weird + really short but your name is interesting and I wanted to get something for it... (also you didn't put pronouns so I used she/her because you didn't object to Moon Wolf's use of them but if you want me to change it please just let me know and I'm sorry for assuming them)

The candlelight flickers on the shadowy cave walls, illuminating manuscripts of stone so long-forgotten their scratches only faintly shine. Shades of black and brown and red blur into a dank dazzling landscape of crude color that stretches for centuries. Stalagmites and stalactites confuse each other as they reach for the cave wall they will never touch. Cold stone crags shift seamlessly into the figures so carefully contained on their rocky surface. Silent for many aeons, these images paint a story of histories long-forgotten—but for one. A single girl, seemingly too short for the infinite knowledge her amber eyes proclaim, her long curly red-brown hair softly gleaming. She wears a shadow that seems to flicker with the candlelight, morphing from one thing to the next, crossing centuries, regions, religions. A delicate golden necklace of flame adorns her olive-skinned neck. She alone knows the secrets of the past, the delights of the future, and the quiet peaceful thrum of the present. She alone flits through time like a celestial question, wandering wide-eyed down streets—502, 1127, 1892, 2450. BCE, AD. Ephemeral eternality. Time is immaterial, if one has it all. So as she paces on ever forward, the candlelight, wavering and wondering, moves after her down the tunnel—and out into the world.

Hi Celine! Your location was really inspiring and I wanted to write something, though I'm not sure how great it'll turn out~

The evening sea runs on forever, reflecting and revealing, its fingers grasping onto the edges of the universe. Its shores bear golden sand and heavy wood torches. Each torch contains a flame that flickers on until the end of time. A girl watches this, gazing at the illuminated horizon. Water traces her bare toes. Her bronze hair flows like a river down her back, tangled at the tips. Her eyes glimmer in the firelight, their color ever-shifting from sapphire to emerald to chipped gold. A smile twitches at her pale lips, a hesitant curiosity, as she rises. She dusts grains of sand from her sweeping skirt and faces the torches that lie before her, emboldened. Her thin frame rocks in the breeze for a moment. Then she breathes, a steady exhale, and waits for the sun to vanish so that it's just her and the fire and the sea.

The afternoon sun shone against a vibrant green meadow. The meadow was dotted with all sorts of flowers: roses, hydrangeas, hyacinths, daisies...But it wasn't just flowers. Everywhere you looked, you could see kittens walking past, some white with blue eyes, some black with green eyes, and more, all roaming about with a look of purpose in their eyes. In the middle is a teenage girl, whose lovely face is shining in the afternoon sun. She seems to lure the kittens to her, as she gently knelt down to pick one up, holding it securely in her arms. A small but genuine smile can be seen on her face, and her hair flows in the wind as she surveys the meadows around her. Her clear eyes have a sense of purpose, along with kindness, gentleness, youthfulness, and excitment. She walks like she belongs, among the vibrant green meadows full of flowers.

I hope you like it! :) 

Hi! I know Moon Wolf already gave you a wp but I got a bit inspired for this :)

A clear trumpet fanfare pierced the morning air. Excitement shivered through the crowd of spectators - soon the queen would appear, at last, after the hours-long coronation. Whispers ran along the lines - "She is coming! She is coming!"

First came the guards, tall and serious, the plumes of their helmets nodding in the wind. And then behind them came a slender little black mare, wearing a bridle of silver silk, and carrying the girl everyone had come so far to see. 

The girl was tall, with long dark hair that blew behind her in the cool breeze. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She sat perfectly erect in the saddle, a regal figure in her sparkling lilac dress and delicate golden tiara, decorated with the Jewels of the Rulers, that adorned her hair. Her hands were small but steady and sure on the reins. Her eyes were what caught everyone's attention - they were dark blue, almost violet, and their gaze was clear and firm. The people cheered as she swept along the path, for they had no doubt that here was a true queen.