Nebula's Embrace

As twilight yields to the cosmic sea,

A vision stirs, the universe’s decree.

Her silhouette, a vessel of astral grace,

Adorned in a gown spun from celestial lace.

 

Her hair unfurls, a golden wave,

Touched by stardust, brave and suave.

Each strand reflects a starry trail,

A comet’s tail, soft and pale.

 

The nebulae cradle her poised stance,

In their chromatic, swirling dance.

She is the heart of every tale told,

In the fold of the galaxy’s hold.

 

Her eyes, a glimpse into the void,

Where serenity and chaos are alloyed.

The cosmos, a whisper in her gaze,

A silent hymn, the night’s own praise.

 

Around her, the constellations bow,

To the elegance the heavens allow.

Her aura, a burst of solar flares,

A fiery passion that the dark dares.

 

In her presence, time seems to cease,

A moment of exquisite peace.

She is both the journey and the destination,

A living map of creation’s foundation.

 

Behold the wonder, the art divine,

Where woman and cosmos intertwine.

In her, the universe finds its muse,

A splendor that the stars infuse.

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