The feather-light curtains gently swayed in the balmy breeze around her, as the rose-colored sunset gloriously gilded the swirling pearlescent water. Pairs of doves nestled
Every breath was shallow and uneven, her staccato heartbeat echoing in her ears as she rushed through the ice-cold, deserted corridors of the ancient stone
It was the most mystical time of balance between light and dark when growth and decay wove together in a zealous rhythm under the amber
She woke to the cacophony of birds singing outside her window, trying desperately to hold on to the sweet dream that was slipping away with every
Deep amongst the eternal tangle of hostile thorns, poison ivies, and dewy burgundy roses, there she is, dancing gracefully in peaceful solitude… The dark interior
There she was, floating between two worlds again… where the light of the silver moon still reaches under the surface. The fragile rays penetrate the