a vision in soft gold

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　She is stardust stitched in silk — a glowing echo of quiet grace.
　　　　　　　　　　　 　 A soul painted in nude tones and rose gold light, dripping with calm power.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Half muse, half moonbeam, with constellations caught in her lashes.
　　　　　　　　　　　There’s elegance in her stillness and rebellion in her whispers. ✧༚
　　
　　　　　　　　where beauty isn’t loud, but lingers — like a memory made of champagne and linen.
　　　　　　　　　　　　Built of earth and ether, her presence hums like vintage perfume.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Softness is her weapon. Her silence, a spell.