Nymphe-AR

A scene of elegance and grace played before my retinas. Waving and twirling, hypnotic to the eyes. With smiles of black ink, plastered on her face, she dances for the crowd along with her person, stealing words out of their mouths. If a simple fan, is capable of elegance and a dancer capable of story-telling, then why can't a girl dream of, one day, being a dancer? A figure of beauty, a thief of words, a master of fans. Oh, how I dream, that I could someday be a beauty in song.