Weaver of Midnight Orbs 🕯️🔮🦇
by Melles Art
She emerges as twilight bleeds into flame—an enchantress cloaked in sapphire shadows, each thread of her corset laced with cosmic secrets. Her gown shimmers with sentient orbs, pulsing softly like bottled moons, their glow fed by whispered wishes and forgotten dreams. Her hat, veiled in netted mystery, bears enchanted spheres that capture moments frozen in starlight.
The bats that circle her are familiars of fate, drawn to her aura of midnight lore. With a single gaze from her starlit eyes, time slows and silence deepens. She doesn’t speak often—but when she does, her words spin spells more binding than any chain.
🌌🦇 “I weave not from thread, but from dusk, desire, and the dying light of stars.”
Colors: 70 Colors with AB, SD!
