Avashya

Avashya: a sprite in the tender glow of a winter dawn. In the hush of the morning, when one is likely to encounter the passive spirits who roam in the shadows, Avashya appears as a frost-kissed ghost who has never known strife. Her heart-stopping gaze turns the silvery-blue letters to ice, and I fear those beautiful letters will fade away and be forever lost in the sea of names.