sacred of the wind blows the brown leaves away from its pile. ʚĭɞ on how the every pillar of that building facing the splendorous river on the other side of my point of view. so beautiful and so graceful the way he blooms with her figure so senile yet not broken nor defiled. thousand of constellations in his glassy eyes and sparks under @moodboald in a way that make it look like a stunning biblical angel, or one of the graces.