Clad in delicate tones and silver hardware, she
exudes power. With her glance as sharp as the
asymmetrical hems of her garments, the crowds
of the island part as she tours through her
domain, confident in her stride and unyielding
in her grace.
Our muse walks, as those surrounding her hide
themselves behind introspection and blank
stares, with gazes that have no particular focus.
They clothe themselves in muted tones and
shades of grey, their refined aesthetic echoing
the bleak sky. As she makes her way through
the unfeeling crowd, her stoic gaze lands on
none in particular, but is met with gazes of
awe and admiration.