Spirit of the Ancients

In mystic reverie, she stands as guardian of the forgotten realm, A vision of mystique, adorned in feathers, ancient and serene. Her face, a canvas of ritual, tells tales of a bygone era, A bridge between worlds, where spirit and matter converge. With eyes closed, she communes with the whispers of the forest, Her presence a testament to the power that lies within. The headdress, a crown of feathers, speaks of her sacred role, A keeper of traditions, a weaver of timeless tales. In this moment, she embodies the essence of her people's soul, A symbol of resilience, a beacon in the verdant heart of the earth.