Gwen Tennyson - Ben 10 - Wallpapers

The humid summer air of Bellwood hung heavy, a tangible cloak that clung to Gwen Tennyson's skin like a second, silken layer. She sat on the edge of her bed, the worn denim of her shorts feeling strangely restrictive, her fingers idly tracing the intricate patterns of her magic book, its ancient pages whispering secrets only she could truly decipher. Outside, the cicadas hummed their relentless, throaty song, a soundtrack to the simmering anticipation that had been building within her for weeks.