Ethereal Dancer
Reflection
In the depths of darkness, a vision unfurls, a ballerina lost in thought, her form a canvas of elegance.
Her tutu, a whisper of tulle, a gentle caress against the shadows.
The bodice, a lattice of intricate design, a testament to the beauty of human craftsmanship.
Her hands, a gentle dance of fingers, a movement frozen in time.
The light, a soft whisper on her skin, a beacon in the darkness.
She is a fleeting moment, a glimpse of beauty, a dance of light and shadow.
In her stillness, we find movement, in her silence, we hear the music of the soul.