Golden Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of darkness, a figure emerges, shrouded in mystery and gold.
The silver skin, a canvas of serenity, belies the turmoil that surrounds it.
Golden tendrils dance, like ethereal fingers, weaving a tale of beauty and sorrow.
The face, a mask of peaceful repose, hides the secrets of the soul.
As the golden threads entwine, they form a cocoon of protection, a sanctuary from the world's turmoil.
In this fragile, gilded world, the subject finds solace, a moment's peace amidst the chaos.
The darkness closes in, a reminder that even in stillness, there is a world in motion.
And yet, in this fleeting instant, all is calm, all is gold.