It paints a bad picture

"Lucienna," a voice called from nowhere. It sounded like a whisper carried by the midnight wind. Silent, soft, and dreamy. 

Sienna found herself enveloped in darkness, unable to even see her own shadow. She strained her eyes, searching for the source of the ethereal voice but there was no one to be found.

"Lucienna..." the voice continued to call, each repetition quickening her heartbeat and stirring a mix of anxiety and fear within her.

"Lucienna..."

Sienna abruptly woke up, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Her hair tumbled in disarray around her shoulders, and the moon's gentle glow filtered through her room's window, casting a faint light that illuminated only half of her face, leaving the other half shrouded in darkness.

"It's the voice of a woman," she muttered to herself, gradually calming down.