By the Water

Beautiful

amazing

She sits at the edge of the forest where silence takes the shape of light. Around her, the trees hold their breath, as if the morning itself were listening. The gown, pale and weightless, drapes like mist over her form, dissolving into the shimmer of the stream. Antlers crown her head : not as adornment, but as inheritance, a lineage of calm and vigilance. The water moves in quiet reverence, mirroring her stillness. Small deer appear through the haze, drawn to her as to a reflection of their own serenity. Time here no longer marches; it drifts, soft and circular, like pollen through sunbeams. Every leaf, every ripple becomes a word in a forgotten language, half prayer, half promise. She does not belong to the forest; she completes it, as dawn completes the horizon. In her presence, even the light learns to kneel. Have a very nice saturday, @Darcraven