ღ Vixenn ღ (AI/Fantasy)
~ The Whispering Strings of the Desert Rose ~
“She came not on footsteps, but on music’s breath.”
He plays where time forgets to breathe,
In lands where only shadows wreathe.
His cello hums the desert's ache,
The longing dunes, the hearts they break.
But then—a shimmer, scarlet-bright,
A floating ribbon, born of night.
It coils and flutters, soft and near,
A scarf that whispers: she is here.
No words exchanged, no vow is sworn,
Yet something ancient is reborn.
His song, her form, the breeze, the sand—
Now fate unravels in his hand.
~ Vixenn
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow
~ The Whispering Strings of the Desert Rose ~
“She came not on footsteps, but on music’s breath.”
He plays where time forgets to breathe,
In lands where only shadows wreathe.
His cello hums the desert's ache,
The longing dunes, the hearts they break.
But then—a shimmer, scarlet-bright,
A floating ribbon, born of night.
It coils and flutters, soft and near,
A scarf that whispers: she is here.
No words exchanged, no vow is sworn,
Yet something ancient is reborn.
His song, her form, the breeze, the sand—
Now fate unravels in his hand.
~ Vixenn
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow