When its name is spoken, the reverberations of grace bathed in venom echo. O, you who gaze, know that the silk you touch hides a blade deep within; behind the dazzling light lies darkness, and beyond the elegance, a whisper is concealed. In every coil, the ancient dance of life and death glides; as this grace envelops you, you feel the poison nestled in its deepest roots. Digitally Hand Drawn 3000 × 4000 300dpi 1/1 Oct 2024