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Rihanna by Tim Walker for W Magazine "The POP Issue", April 2026
"~Hey pretty. What will you do with your time in Hallownest? And have you thought about decorating the nest? I think a door would be nice. Maybe floorboards too. As long as I fit it's fine. But we definitely need lights."
@midwife-of-deepnest
I do not know.
I think I'd like it to be colorful. The pale light and dark bring back memories I'd rather not face.
How do you feel about green? Maybe some fluffy furniture?
*Songstress stands at the door when Midwife returns from her hunt.*
I have been reading, and we need to talk.
@servant-of-song
"Hi, hello! Yes, we talk!" Midwife's tail immediately started wagging seeing her mate. There was truly no greater blessing!
Showtime!
SHINE BRILLIANT, SONGSTRESS
O sing me a song, my dearest cantatrice
O sing me a song, my velvety chanteuse
O sing me a song, my beloved songbird
O sing me a song, my silvery diva
Forthwith, Songstress, sing me those cherished melodies of the cosmos
The Milky Way was dead silent; the astronomers couldn't hear a pin drop from the cosmos and its inhabitants; the silence was deafening to the point of eerily drenching
Blanketing the entire macrocosm, until a small cluster of stars began to shine softly and brilliantly
With a lambent spark, the stellar jewel commences to softly hum to itself, creating a quiet and yet potent euphony that permeates throughout and serves as a delightful foreshadowing
An aetherius songstress appears, a vocal force of nature in the form of a statuesque girl named Peyton, who first graced the Milky Way with her presence
She moves with ethereal grace through the starry vault; her flawless porcelain skin, a canvas of alabaster grace, is remarkably distinguished and captivating throughout
Her tresses flowed, a cascade of ember and carmine, within the cosmic velvet, each sanguine thread flowing with an unearthly fire that illuminated the profound abyss
Her eyes are like twin sapphires, holding the mythic clarity of ancient skies
They shine brilliantly like a remnant of enchanting starlight, possessing a brilliant and piercing quality that is both captivating and profound
The gaze is so powerful that it feels as though it is penetrating through the nebulous brume, revealing truth and beauty in the world
Her diaphanous gown was a vision of transcendent beauty, elegantly woven from moonbeam threads, embroidered with the shimmer of distant stars
As she gracefully strides, her heels gleam with a tender light
With every stride, a shimmering wake, as if she walked on pure light
Thereupon, a sudden caesura, the musica universalis faltered
Now, the cosmic quietude descended once more
Albeit it was precisely purposed
The aetherial chorus holds its bated breath, a hunger for the first note of her madrigal
Her gaze withdrew from the world, her eyelids became veils, as she plunged inward and, finding her anchor within its brilliant stellar nucleus, with a sharp expiration of breath, then, a slow, deliberate parting of her lips
With a coruscant glimmer wink, she graced the stellar madrigal with a velvety lilt
Silence yields as the cosmos remembers its tune; the musica universalis has returned, her pure, crystal-clear vocals offer a resplendent addition to the aetherial chorus
Her cosmic serenade flowed on, her vocals bloomed into a velvety chiaroscuro, woven through a tide of stellar cadence that bathed her audience in an otherworldly aureate ocean
She is a virtuoso; her performance is an ethereal symphony, with each note precisely placed
She fervently breathes an empyreal narrative with the sublime verity of a lyrical astronomer; her voice a delicate instrument that paints the air with stardust
Each note served as a salve, a gentle balm of a minor note, smoothing out the rough edges of a restless heart
The soft melodic sound eased the burdens they carried with profound grace, a harmonious tide washing away their uncertainties and leaving a tranquil space
Her lulling refrains absolved the anguish, granted surcease for the wandering spirits, and eclipsed her apprehension
Her celestial cadence, an enchanting cosmic allure, wove a potent spell
Though the act of singing plunged her into an exquisite agony, her voice remained an irresistible charm that captivated constellations and enchanted stars across the vast, silent galaxy, beguiling every star in the cosmos
The celestial beings were enraptured, not solely by her powerful vocal prowess, but by her sublime presence and vocal artistry, which left the spellbound multitude utterly transfixed
As she serenely traversed the cosmic ocean, the mellifluous strain swelled to its crescendo as her song began, drawing a veil of ethereal twilight across the stars with graceful ease
Her effulgence softened, and the effervescence around her turned to a gentle shimmer, a tender indicator that the grand crescendo had found its conclusion
With a heaving breath, sharply expelled, then her voice, a clarion call, commanded the air
The aureate bridge, a rich crescendo, resonated through the heavens, its ethereal echo that beckoned all who would listen
From her lips, the notes did not merely flow; her voice drifted as a river cascaded serenely upon the galactic brume, an effervescent lullaby binding the night to her song
Though the sidereal coercion pressed down upon her form, her unquenchable zeal for singing transcended every physical limitation
The atmosphere grew heavy with the sweet mystique of her presence
The night’s embrace felt clandestine, as if she were bound to the very heart of the infinite abyss
This epochal zenith, her sacrosanct time, unmatched and unshared
She is the siren of the aether, the celestial chanteuse, whose voice, a starlit sonata, captures the essence of cosmic refulgence
She's eternally celebrated, her voice an eternal resonance that makes the very stars shimmer in harmony, her spirit, a constellation of grace, forever illuminating the night sky with a timeless luminescence that warms every watching heart with a radiant ember, a brilliance etched in eternity, inspiring upward gazes, each star softly whispering her name