Nightminds

Design


A tiny blue flower began to burn my skin, and that odd sensation made me blind to my beauty, my self, my identity. Everything I did was designed to create a strange new fairy tale, a fairy tale meant just for me and the man I adored.

The man sat entranced against the railing, sad but graceful, watching the woman dance in the moonlight. Her body was smooth as a swan's yet powerful as a leopard's. To him, every feline crouch, leap, and turn was elegant yet madly seductive. ↑ Top