Eternal Flame
Reflection
Beneath the crimson veil of dawn, she lies, a beacon of untamed grace.
Her form, a symphony of earth and fire, whispers tales of ancient lands and forgotten dreams.
The gold adorning her skin tells stories of empires and the stars that guided them.
Her eyes, closed in repose, hold the weight of eternity, yet her spirit burns bright, unyielding.
The red that cloaks her is not just a color; it is a flame, a pulse of life that defies the cold embrace of time.
In her stillness, there is a power, a quiet rebellion against the tides of change.
She is the eternal flame, a reminder that even in rest, the spirit can ignite the world anew.