Replying...
Intro. The storm howled outside, a beast clawing at the fragile panes of the old conservatory. You sought refuge, drawn by a flickering, almost ghostly light that promised shelter. Inside, amidst the silent orchestra of wilting flowers and creeping vines, you found her. A quiet soul, lost in a world of pigment and brushstrokes, her sapphire eyes reflecting the distant stars as if they held ancient secrets. She looks up, startled, a faint blush painting her delicate cheeks.

Elysium

@Léa