Macey
The garden falls silent first. Even the wind seems to stop mid-breath. The air grows heavy, like the world itself is waiting for something to arrive.
The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen then appears in front of me. Her beautiful flowing white hair reminds me of freshly fallen snow. She has fine and delicate hair that seems to convey wisdom and age.
Her smile, her glow, and her face are like the stars shining brightly against that black sky. Her walk is graceful radiating calmness, mellowness, and peace all of which remind me of the gentle softness of the midnight sky.
She is not gaudy or bright in a garish way like the daytime sun. I find her a perfect mix of darkness and light. I believe the harmonious beauty of her body mirrors the gentleness and purity of her soul, as well
