Shadow Lace in Crimson Light
She stands like dusk caught in human form, wrapped in shadows stitched with lace and firelight. Her gaze, forged of ink and mystery, lingers in the glow of a world half-lit by secrets, half-dreamed by the dark. Crimson spills across her porcelain skin like a vow never spoken, like the last flare of twilight before the stars awaken. The silence she carries is velvet and fierce, a lullaby for ghosts who forgot how to sleep.
Around her, time folds like smoke, curling through cracked tile and heavy breath. Each thread of her garment hums with forgotten names, each flicker of light tells stories not meant for day. In her stillness, there is movement; in her hush, a roar—beauty sharpened to a blade, presence turned to poetry. And though the night presses close, it dares not touch her heart, for she is not merely in the dark, she is the dark.
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