Beneath the most busiest and bustling city in the world is an underground network meant for transportation. A subway system, as most people call it. However, secrets are hidden within...

A tunnel leads out into a dimly lit cave. It is quite dark, so you can barely make out the shadowy figure that stands in the cave. It is a person. The person has a thoughtful yet mysterious look in their eyes, and a small smile frames their face. Hidden emotions flash across their expression, leaving as quickly as they came, as the person steps forward, their appearance more visible now. Crystals shine within the crevices of the cave, with every color imaginable. And the person has a key in their hands, in the shape of a question mark. 

I didn't intend to do a detective-themed written picturing for you, but I couldn't help myself. I kind of of want to write an actual story about this now lol

I used they/them pronouns, I hope that’s okay? lmk if you want anything changed :)

It was a warm afternoon in early summer; people strolled in the park, dressed in waistcoats and trousers, or long floral dresses with hems that kissed their ankles and dainty ruffled parasols that shrouded them from the sun. But one young person didn’t have time for such leisure. They walked briskly along the streets, their heeled boots clacking on the cobblestones. Their clothing was dark and disheveled; a charcoal-colored waistcoat was worn over a wrinkled long-sleeve shirt and trousers of a similar color, and atop their curly auburn hair, a hat was titled forward, casting their face in shadow — but even so, one could make out the features underneath. They had a fair, freckled skin, lively dark eyes, and a sharp nose, and their mouth was curled in a slight smile. They kept walking, never slowing, though their watchful eyes observed everything around them. To their right, glossy black carriages rattled over the cobblestones, drawn by beautiful chestnut horses clip-clopping over the street. To their left, a river flowed, its bank separated from the street by only an iron rail. The afternoon sunlight glinted off the water, turning it into a kaleidoscope of turquoise. They spotted a woman, staring somberly out at the water, dressed in a simple blue dress, her mousy hair in a tight bun. The person approached her and murmured “Detective,” nodding their head in greeting. “Why did you wish to meet me here?”

The detective smiled and greeted her apprentice with their name before getting right down to business. “I’ve just received news of a robbery on Rose Street. I thought your insight would be useful. Come on, now, we don’t want to waste any time.” The detective took off down the cobblestone streets, her apprentice right behind.

Thank you, this is gorgeous! I love the storyline~

Thank you soo much, it's so pretty! For some reason a lot of people get winter-y vibes from my name, which I totally love! I really enjoyed the mysticism and whimsicalness of it. Ty <3333

Summer was in full swing, though pleasantly so. The weather was nice, a little on the warm side, but not overly hot. The day was sunny, with an occational fluffy white cloud floating across the blue sky. Birds chirped news to each other with happy vigor, and forest animal dashed between and on trees. This particular forest was mostly filled with deciduous trees, with a few scattered pines and firs. there was little undergrowth, but the trees grew mostly close together. As the trees went on and on, near the middle of the forest, there was a clearing with a single strong oak in the direct middle of it.

The surronding forest formed a perfect circle around the tall grass and colorful flowers. Butterflies and bees, as well as other insects, hovered around the flowers. A few rabbits sat hidden in the tall grass, nibbling on clover that was lower to the ground. 

At the base of the oak, a girl stood. She had long, flowing brown golden hair with a blue flower tucked behind her ear. She had pointed ears, a small nose and full lips with bright green eyes. a splash of freckles danced across her cheeks, and over the bridge of her nose. She wore a short sleeved dress of silky fabric that flowed past her knees. Her feet were bare, and she stood on a tree root from her tree. Her skin was tanned by sun, and she smiled as she played a beautiful harp. The music blended in with the sounds of the forest, and the tune sang of hope, growth and love. The forest nymph bowed her head when the long song was over, whispered something, and then leaned against her tree, melting into the bark. the tree braches of the oak swayed to the tune of the lingering memory of the harp as the sun shined on.

Hawkstar stood on the edge of a rocky cliff, turned orange by the sun's glare against it. She had flowing brown hair that went down to her shoulders, and her eyes were golden, like a hawk's. She wore a red tunic and her face was tilted up towards the sun, a small but thoughtful and courageous smile on her face. She surveyed her surroundings, as if looking for something, or someone. Soon enough, a red-tailed hawk with golden eyes flew over, as fast as a shooting star. The hawk flew over to her and perched on her shoulder. She smiled a little more, looking at the hawk, as if studying it, before she took off into the air with her own pair of wings, along with the hawk.

:D this is the image I get from ur name. hope you like it!