Ethereal Vigil
Reflection
In the quiet chamber where shadows dance,
A figure sits, cloaked in crimson's embrace.
The cat, a silent sentinel, rests upon her lap,
Its gaze fixed on the world beyond the veil.
Red hair, like flames, crowns her head,
A beacon in the twilight of her soul.
The walls whisper secrets, the floor is drenched in hues of blood,
A testament to the trials she has faced.
Yet, her eyes, serene and wise,
Hold the weight of the universe.
The cat, a symbol of mystery and grace,
Mirrors her own enigmatic presence.
Together, they stand as guardians of the unseen,
Their bond unspoken, yet profound.
In this moment, time stands still,
A fleeting glimpse into the eternal.
For in her gaze, we see ourselves,
Reflected in the mirror of her soul.