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She sinks into the sea of sheets, robe a cascade of twilight waves, hair gathered like nightfall's promise. The book, a small white sail, guides her through uncharted realms. Brushstrokes swirl around her, teal dreams bleeding into rose, as if the room itself dissolves into the story's quiet tide. Her eyes, dark pools of wonder, drink the words like hidden wine. No world outside exists; only the rhythm of turning pages, the soft sigh of ink on soul. In this cocoon of color and calm, she is voyager, queen, and ghost, lost and found in equal measure, where every line redraws her heart.
She sinks into the sea of sheets,
robe a cascade of twilight waves,
hair gathered like nightfall's promise
The book, a small white sail,
guides her through uncharted realms.
Brushstrokes swirl around her,
teal dreams bleeding into rose,
as if the room itself dissolves into the story's quiet tide.
Her eyes, dark pools of wonder,
drink the words like hidden wine.
No world outside exists;
only the rhythm of turning pages,
the soft sigh of ink on soul.
In this cocoon of color and calm,
she is voyager, queen, and ghost,
lost and found in equal measure,
where every line redraws her heart.
