When we lean into the flow of time, it feels like levitating in twilight Tulips. It is where we hold on to moments that last in the glow of ardent reminiscence.
In this intimate and abscure senery, an ethereal looking woman, leans into the dark, where some Tulips are hanging over her shoulder. A flowing painted light texture is floating above her radiant appearance. On her dress are vivid brushstrokes, similar to the Tulip blossoms above her. She seems to softly emerge from the dark, with a beam of wavy light illuminating her divine presence.
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