The Nymph. 🌬️

A ripple is born beneath the moon. 🌕

Her eyes are depths that sing of silence. 👁️

Her hair, a tide of night’s own breath, dreams woven soft with hints of the past. 🌊

Ghosts once sang, she lost heaven for a man love.❤️‍🔥     

She wanders through a realm where time and sorrow intertwine, each step a whisper of lost promises and fading echoes. 💔

A goddess made by love’s defeat. 🪽