They say that before she ever walked this world, her spirit had already been written, inked into a hidden chapter of the night, a chapter only the ancient serpents of the dream-realm could read.
One dusk, a yellow-eyed serpent, older than storm, older than silence, slipped through the thin fabric between realms and found a girl sitting in quiet sorrow, as if she had been waiting for him for a thousand forgotten years.
He did not know her name, nor the shape of her story, but the moment his gaze met the faint glow of her soul, he remembered something lost, something warm, something sacred, as if he had once loved her in a world that no longer exists.
Enthralled, he coiled gently around her shoulders, not to claim her, but to guard the fragile radiance that pulsed beneath her skin.
From that night forward, no one could tell whether he had entered her dreams, or she had stepped into his.
But everyone who saw them whispered the same truth: the serpent had fallen in love not with her body, but with the eternal, wandering…
Technique: Digital Painting
