I was lost in the abyss, yet you found me
Upon the rooftop, where silence whispers low, Through the sunset's blaze, a lone figure in soft shadow. Almost lonely, but for the sky paints tales untold, As hues embrace, a solitary beauty unfolds.
In the quiet of the night’s soft gleam, I hear the whispers of a dream. They call me from a distant shore, A place I’ve never seen before. Softly singing, secrets keep, Of promises the stars would weep. Through silver clouds and moonlight’s beam, I chase the whispers of a dream.
Through cherry blossoms, whispers rise, Spring's gentle sigh beneath azure skies. A fusion of cultures, a soul's ballet, In her gaze, mysteries sway and play.
In shadows' dance, the Nekomata prowls, A mystic cat with tails, not one, but two. Whispers of ancient spirits it controls, A feline sorcerer in the moonlit hue.
Shrouded in dark. Lost in the whispers. The shadows start to soar. Bound to this terror, won't feel safe anymore. Wraiths weave their mark. Fear's ancient sisters. Through the void, we crawl. Cold winds echo our screams. Eclipsed in silent dread. Where nightmares intertwine and shadows seem to fall. Veins of despair. Life's haunting gleams.
"In this poignant tableau, a solitary figure clutches a cigarette, standing amidst the aftermath of her rebellion. Enveloped in caution, her calm exterior belies the internal tempest. Surrounded by shadows and warnings, her blood-stained journey unfolds—a poignant dance of liberation and haunting echoes, a testament to choices made in the relentless pursuit of unfettered dreams." 3000*3000pixel, GIF 2023 by Ngoc Doan