The water around me isn't just liquid—it's memory. My skin feels the heat of the candles as if they were hands from past lives caressing me again. The flowers in my hair aren't ornaments—they're crowns I inherited from when I was queen of forgotten lands. Sitting here, naked in haste and clothed in magic, I hear the echo of all the women I was before I was this one... This one who looks at you now calmly and invites you to stay. Stay to feel what can't be touched. Stay to discover why my smile haunts you even when you close your eyes. Come. I promise nothing—only the certainty that, after me, no presence will be the same. 🛁🌙✨ #FanClub
