Night falls gently, and the stars shimmer like whispers in the sky.
The violet wisteria sway softly in the wind, like a forgotten melody, slowly flowing back into the realm of my dreams.

She appears, adorned in a flowing lavender gown, as if she were one with the sea of flowers around her.
The color is not ostentatious, but noble in its subtlety—like the deepest star in the night sky, serene, yet impossible to ignore.

Her steps are light, like moonlight weaving through petals.
Every movement is effortless, yet each one speaks of a grace and poise that seem innate, untouched by time.

Her eyes hold galaxies—clear, distant, self-assured.
Her skin carries the softness of a breeze,
her lips, the sweetness of wild cherries.
Her very presence is scented with spring—alive, fresh, unstoppable.

She is not just a dream—
She is power in grace,
beauty in presence,
confidence in bloom.

I believe—this is what it means to be truly beautiful as a woman.
No need for lavish adornment, no need for excessive words.
Simply standing there,
she becomes a scene no one could ever look away from.

WISTARICH – Awaken the nobility and strength within.
Not to hide, but to rise.
Let every version of you bloom boldly,
like a violet flame in your own dream.