Satin black, with marvellous depths, thundering waves of grey, vigorous arms. Raven hair flowing over eyes and freezing skin, a monolith of black upon slate night sky. A storm lingers here, upon the plastic sea, worn like a veil. Crackling light fills the soft cream lace - elegant, so hollow and arcane. Gentle flickering of brave ships in the distance, wearing their rust like medallions, mimicking the young stars above. Splendour so invasive and true, the last curtain, the impenetrable end.