Her gown was as white as the clouds that floated above, billowing around her in a gentle breeze that seemed to be of her own making. It flowed like a river of silk, trailing behind her in a long, majestic train. Her wings were the color of freshly fallen snow, with feathers that seemed to shimmer in the light, catching every hue of the spectrum in their iridescence.
The Villain has Perished
Fantasy · Ryukurou
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