Framed by soft tones and lamplit echoes, @Seophelia becomes a silhouette worthy of a royal archive / the kind of portrait painters once chased across palaces // Every curve of light seems to know where to rest / tracing her with reverence meant for queens and muses alike // She does not merely pass through the space: she completes it. And for a moment / the hall looks as though it was built for no purpose other than to hold her shape within its golden memory //