She emerges as beauty itself—painting the night and this very day, the day she becomes the lone rider of every gem, every tear. She sits beside me as if she knows that facing me is never the way to tame my hunger. She reads the universe and gazes deeply into the eyes of the hunter, the only gaze that matters. This is not merely about her—no, it is about life itself, where cruelty births feral choices. And that is why she remains by his side, beside the night incarnate. She, the keeper of control, the decider of who shall be guarded, and who shall be erased. This—this is the purest form of togetherness: control, loyalty, and death. A special work, unveiling at last the romantic side I have long concealed—now revealed, visually, like a vow whispered between shadows and devotion. SWRKS | 2025