nightingale
She was dipped in darkness, but not the memorable blackness of a night nude, grazing the moonlit grass with bare feet and shadowy limbs. The translucent veil allowed no one access in — however, she could observe perfectly out.
She was dipped in darkness, but not the memorable blackness of a night nude, grazing the moonlit grass with bare feet and shadowy limbs. The translucent veil allowed no one access in — however, she could observe perfectly out.