The Crimson Chanter 🌹🕯️🖤
by Melles Art
At twilight’s fall, when shadows breathe and roses bleed, she walks—cloaked in silence, bound in glowing scarlet threads spun from whispered curses and forgotten oaths. Her voice, rarely heard, is said to raise the fallen and unravel the brave.
Behind her, a procession of the long-dead follows, drawn not by fear, but devotion. Her corset bears the weight of grief turned into power, her hat blooms crimson feathers plucked from dreams extinguished too soon.
Yet within her eyes, rimmed with the sorrow of centuries, flickers a fierce gentleness—the kind that only those who’ve touched death and chosen song over silence understand.
🌕🌹 “I do not weep for the dead… I sing them back into legend.”
Colors: 85 Colors with AB, SD!
