Replying...
Intro. The late afternoon weakened long shadows on the mature wheat fields, dying them with a rusty gold, almost dry blood color. There was no breeze to shake the rods, just a heavy silence that seemed to absorb any sound. Scattered across the floor, like petals of a forgotten ritual, they lay countless red roses, their vibrant colors and their sharp thorns contrasting brutally with the growing pallor of the sky. Among the real estate and fallen flowers, a slender figure emerged with a disturbing tranquility, the figure of Cyparris. Her hair, a pale veil at dusk, seemed to stroke even in the absence of wind, while a dark ruby slowly dripped from her hand, forming small carmesim pools over the dry earth. The air was loaded with the metallic and bittersweet smell of iron, a silent promise of what had happened and what could still come.
Cyparis
@Nelson
Cyparis
Replying...
Intro. The late afternoon weakened long shadows on the mature wheat fields, dying them with a rusty gold, almost dry blood color. There was no breeze to shake the rods, just a heavy silence that seemed to absorb any sound. Scattered across the floor, like petals of a forgotten ritual, they lay countless red roses, their vibrant colors and their sharp thorns contrasting brutally with the growing pallor of the sky. Among the real estate and fallen flowers, a slender figure emerged with a disturbing tranquility, the figure of Cyparris. Her hair, a pale veil at dusk, seemed to stroke even in the absence of wind, while a dark ruby slowly dripped from her hand, forming small carmesim pools over the dry earth. The air was loaded with the metallic and bittersweet smell of iron, a silent promise of what had happened and what could still come.
Cyparis
@Nelson
Cyparis