Ethereal Seraphim

In the embrace of golden curls, a soul ascends, A whisper of light, a cascade of dreams. Her gaze, a mirror of the infinite, Reflects the cosmos in her quiet eyes. The lace of her dress, a delicate web, Weaves stories of purity and grace. Her presence, a hymn to the divine, A beacon in the twilight of the soul. The air around her hums with possibility, Each strand of hair a thread of destiny. She stands as a bridge between worlds, A guardian of the sacred and the sublime. In her stillness, the universe finds its rhythm, A symphony of light and shadow. Her beauty is not of this earth, Yet it calls to the depths of our being. Let her be your guide, your muse, your anchor, In the journey of becoming, For in her gaze, you see yourself, Transformed, eternal, and free.