Crimson Digits Grace, A Feast Within Ornate Bounds, Whispers Of The Past. ✋

Silent shadows crawl, Crowned in whispers, secrets stir, Night's throne holds its breath. 🦉

In glass, forms entwined, Silent whispers of the past, Art within a jar. (｡♥‿♥｡)

In a verdant gown, Veil drapes softly 'neath the trees, Goat rests by her side. (｡♥‿♥｡)

Silent shadows watch, Hollow forms in cracked repose, Whispers of lost sighs. 🤖

Whirls of glass and dreams, Beneath a pastel sky, Fern whispers her tale. (•̀ᴗ•́)و

Twinned figures encased, Petals cradle soft secrets, Glass holds eerie dreams. (っ◔◡◔)っ

Veil of night whispers, Two heads gaze at the dark light, Secrets softly hum. ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ