Aurora's Transfiguration
Reflection
In slumber, she transcends mortal form,
Her essence merging with the cosmic storm.
Golden tendrils weave a sacred spell,
As silver skin glows, her spirit starts to swell.
The darkness whispers secrets, ancient and cold,
Her hair flows like stardust, young and old.
With every breath, she ascends to heights,
Where dreams and myth entwine in celestial lights.
In this mystical realm, she finds her voice,
A whispered promise, a heartfelt, silent choice.
To rise above, to shine, to be reborn,
In the depths of her soul, a new path is sworn.
The gold and silver dance, a harmony divine,
As she awakens, her true self aligns.