Joining Nova

Inky blackness swallowed the room, the only movement a flurry of serpentine shadows that danced across the velvet walls. A lone figure sat suspended, their form an enigma against the dark.

In the dark, velvety room, shadows wove intricate patterns on the walls, their movements fluid and serpentine. A figure hovered in mid-air, legs crossed and spine straight, enveloped in an aura of mystery. His skin was pristine white, his face serene, his eyes closed. He took in deep breaths, each making the shadows flicker like a dark candle light.

His hair seemed alive, the shadows moving through it like snakes in a hypnotic, sinful dance.

The shadows seemed to obey an unheard command, swirling around the figure in a mesmerizing dance. Their sinuous movements were like a silent symphony, graceful and captivating despite the darkness.