In the deep silence of the twilight, Zariel moved like a ghost, her presence a mixture of soft pastels and bold colours that seemed to shift with each step. Her hair, a delicate blend of pink and lavender, flowed like liquid starlight, framing a face that bore the delicate drips of aqua and gold. Her eyes, a serene and pale green, held the secrets of the ocean's depths. Zariel was a guardian of the liminal spaces where reality and dreams meet. Her journey was marked by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft murmur of the wind, every colour of her skin bearing witness to the tales of the unseen world, a dance between light and shadow.