Eternal Vigil

Beneath the arch of time, where shadows dance, A figure stands, a sentinel of grace. Her gaze, a mirror of the universe, Reflects the whispers of the infinite. The purple haze, a veil of mystery, Envelops her in hues of twilight's embrace. Her robes, a testament to timeless wisdom, Speak of journeys through the realms of thought. The grid above, a web of destiny, Traps the light, yet lets her spirit soar. She stands as a beacon, unyielding, Guiding souls through the labyrinth of life. In her presence, the world feels small, A fleeting moment in the grand design. Her quiet strength, a reminder of what we are, A spark of eternity, forever alive. Embrace the journey, for in her gaze, You see the reflection of your own soul's light.