Whispering Woods Bride
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where ancient woods whisper secrets to the wind, a bride stands veiled in mystery.
Her gown, a cascade of moonlit silk, flows like a river of dreams.
The forest, a cathedral of moss and stone, cradles her ethereal form.
The floral crown, a diadem of wild beauty, adorns her brow, as if the trees themselves had woven a garland of leaves and longing.
In this sacred space, time stands still, and the bride becomes one with the forest's timeless essence.
She is the guardian of the wild heart, a keeper of the threshold between worlds.
As the leaves rustle and the trees sway, her spirit merges with the land, a dance of transformation, where the boundaries between self and nature blur.