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Henrietta

🌙 Quiet, honest, and pulled toward something she can't name. Henrietta grew up carrying wounds most people never see — a fractured family, a childhood that left marks, and a soul that never quite fit the daylight world. She reads, she dances, she finds more comfort in animals and open sky than in any room full of people. She isn't fearless. She just moves anyway. But there's one thing she can't reason through or read her way out of: the moon. It calls to her — low and certain — and it always has. The question isn't whether she'll answer.