She sits wrapped in shadow and lace, a quiet storm against a crumbling wall. Fishnets trace her skin like armor, delicate but unbreakable.
In her stillness, there’s defiance—an elegance that refuses to wilt, a beauty that blooms fiercest where the world expects her to break.

Veil of Thorns
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