Ethereal Requiem
Reflection
In the realm of shattered dreams, a figure emerges, fragmented and free.
The red glow of passion fades, like embers of a dying fire.
The arms, outstretched in supplication, bear the weight of a thousand unseen sorrows.
The face, a canvas of splintered light, reflects the turmoil within.
And yet, in this chaos, there is a strange, haunting beauty.
The figure dances, a macabre waltz of pain and liberation.
The background, a soft gray, whispers of the ephemeral nature of existence.
This is a requiem for the soul, a lament for the beauty that lies in the brokenness.