Candlelit Solitude
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of flickering flames, she sits, a beacon of introspection.
Her gaze, a mirror of the soul, reflects the world unseen.
The shadows dance around her, whispers of the past and the future, yet she remains steadfast, a silent witness to the passage of time.
The green of her dress, like the depths of the forest, speaks of mystery and untold stories.
Her hands, clasped in contemplation, hold the weight of her thoughts, heavy yet serene.
The candles, her only companions, burn low, their light a fragile thread connecting her to the world beyond.
She is the keeper of secrets, the guardian of her own truth, and in her stillness, she invites us to find our own quiet moments of reflection.
For in the darkness, light is found, and in solitude, strength is born.