Ivory white, blank yet bright. Empty with passion and perspective. Lingering with impatience, fitted to flourish. Rich aroma, bitter for the nose. Coating the rough surface, a crimson red.
A dark wine bleeding like veins, a fugitive to the pigment's source. Dressing the sky's gloom with apricot and cherry. Sage for the shrubs, faded into an olive. A somber chestnut for the roots.
Bleached bone-white wrists, transparent with a taste of pale plum. Delicately cradling the coarse exterior of the wooden wand. Constructing her character, a portrayal of her soul.