Still, She Blooms
The world thins around her, quietly, without urgency.
A rose lingers near her lips, petals already loosening, their fall neither resisted nor mourned.
Nothing is held in place. Nothing is forced to remain.
Above her, the moon watches - distant, unchanged, remembering what endures.
Still, She Blooms is a moment of quiet persistence, where gentleness survives without needing to harden.
Created under the light of the Rusted Moon.
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