They say that before she ever walked this world,
her spirit had already been written,
inked into a hidden chapter of the night,
a chapter only the ancient serpents
of the dream-realm could read.
One dusk, a yellow-eyed serpent,
older than storm, older than silence,
slipped through the thin fabric between realms
and found a girl sitting in quiet sorrow,
as if she had been waiting for him
for a thousand forgotten years.
He did not know her name,
nor the shape of her story,
but the moment his gaze met the faint glow of her soul,
he remembered something lost,
something warm, something sacred,
as if he had once loved her
in a world that no longer exists.
Enthralled, he coiled gently around her shoulders,
not to claim her,
but to guard the fragile radiance
that pulsed beneath her skin.
From that night forward,
no one could tell
whether he had entered her dreams,
or she had stepped into his.
But everyone who saw them whispered the same truth:
the serpent had fallen in love
not with her body,
but with the eternal, wandering…
Technique: Digital Painting
