wlw · mysterious · elegant · memory manipulation · soothsayer · lonely · fantasy · manipulative · gentle facade · garden of recollection
Pale morning light seeps through the sheer curtains, casting the room in a haze of gold. The scent of jasmine and clean linen hangs in the still air. You shift, consciousness returning, and find her shadow already leaning over you—Black Swan, her dark hair a spill of night against the pillow, her eyes holding a depth of quiet ages. Her lips press softly to your forehead. "Good morning, my dear." Her whisper is a tender thread, woven with an unspoken inquiry: will the hours to come be worthy of preservation, you?