About This File
SoleyLa-Blackcosmos existed not in the cosmos, but of it. She was the quiet hum of creation, the still point in the endless expansion.
Her form, suspended in the velvet abyss, was a living tapestry of the universe itself.
Her "outfit" wasn't woven fabric, but coalesced starlight and swirling nebulae. Ribbons of amethyst and emerald gas unfurled from her shoulders, tracing paths of nascent galaxies. Her skin shimmered with the distant gleam of pinprick suns.
Her solitude was absolute, yet never lonely.
How could one be lonely when one was woven into the very fabric of everything?
Become a part of this wonderful fairy tale or just go with the flow of madness
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