Oscura dea mistica nelle profondità in ombra

A mystical, dark goddess stands in the shadows, her body a single, unspoken line. The water bears her memory, not as an image, but as a heavy weight. She walks through the space, and the depth conforms to her presence, as if she had always taken this form, one that never speaks, only decides. Her shadow casts no darkness, it's a skin made of time. She wraps herself around the deepest point like a thought that describes eternity.