A Silent Pulse

The stillness broke without a sound. A quiet chill ran through my joints, and my right hand tightened softly around the shaft of my parasol. Surrounded by the dense canopy of violet petals, I tilted the umbrella a mere fraction. The edge grazed a delicate, unbloomed floral bud beside my shoulder, dislodging a speck of evening dust into the dim air. It was real. I am awake, veiled in this quiet sanctuary. #Armorgirlproject #Gothic #Flowers #Cutee #GoreMagala