Aurora Revival
Reflection
In slumber, she is remade, her form a canvas of rebirth.
Golden filaments weave, a tapestry of light and shadow.
The darkness is not an end, but a beginning, a cocoon from which she will emerge, transformed.
Her face, serene, a mask of peace, belies the turmoil of creation.
The gold, a symbol of value, of worth, wraps around her, a nurturing force.
As she stirs, the world stirs with her, reborn in the light of her awakening.