In her gaze, worlds unfold.
At first, she is only a faceâsoft, luminous, close enough to feel her breath. Then the layers begin to reveal themselves. Forests curve along her cheek, rivers drift through her hair, and distant skies rest quietly in her eyes đ.
Her wings open slowly, each one holding a season. Spring hums with blossoms đž, summer glows in warm gold âïž, autumn whispers in amber leaves đ, and winter rests in silent frost âïž.
Nothing separates them. They exist together, like time remembering itself.
She does not move, yet everything flows through her.
You look closerâand realize the landscape is not around her.
It is within.
đ« And for a moment, you are too.
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