Rhiannon
She moves like moonlight on the tide, a whisper of silk and shadow, dancing where earth meets sky. A name spoken like a prayer, yet never held, never owned. She is the breath of the storm, the hush before dawn, the echo of a dream slipping through outstretched fingers. To love her is to chase the wind, to call to the sea and hear only the waves reply. She is longing and legend, a fleeting ghost of desire, forever just beyond reach.
Rhiannon
She moves like moonlight on the tide, a whisper of silk and shadow, dancing where earth meets sky. A name spoken like a prayer, yet never held, never owned. She is the breath of the storm, the hush before dawn, the echo of a dream slipping through outstretched fingers. To love her is to chase the wind, to call to the sea and hear only the waves reply. She is longing and legend, a fleeting ghost of desire, forever just beyond reach.