The scent of black roses lingers where the mist lies thickest, a trace left by the princess who chose the woods over her crown. When the morning air turns ashen, seek the faint gleam of jewels and the pale specter of a white horse. @IROHEAVEN @wooervain @JuSpaceWare @MARSPiUM @ANTONEER @keoonsuni @MythEomIan @eomride1 @thekeonsuniclub @lunethians @NEASTH @hyeinity marking the hour our stars entwined within the smoke. May this day be as eerily fair as the grace you bear within the haze.

veiled in fog, a soul's passage
remembered by @Rosvethian. 🕯❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡