Aurum Ascending
Reflection
In the depths of darkness, a figure emerges, shrouded in mystery.
The golden tendrils dance around her, a mesmerizing display of light and shadow.
Her face, a canvas of serenity, belies the turmoil within.
The molten gold seeps into her pores, a symbol of transformation, as she rises from the ashes.
The darkness recedes, and she stands, radiant, a being of light.
The gold, a river of fire, courses through her veins, imbuing her with power.
She is reborn, remade, a phoenix from the flames.
In her eyes, a spark of divinity, a glimmer of the infinite.
The gold, a cloak of majesty, wraps around her, a shroud of protection.
She is the aurum, the golden one, ascending to heights unknown.