Eyes of the Quiet Storm Emilia

In the velvet glow of indigo light,

Her eyes are a map of the endless night.

Pools of reflection, tranquil yet deep,

Harboring mysteries they silently keep.

With a glance, they carry a tale untold,

Of warmth in the dark, of fire in the cold.

Soft as a whisper, yet steadfast and clear,

They draw you close, erase your fear.

Every blink holds a fleeting spark,

Like fireflies dancing in the dark.

And though her lips may curve or part,

Her eyes are the gateway into her heart.

Beneath the surface, where thoughts reside,

A quiet storm brews, yet nothing to hide.

In their gaze lies strength, subtle and wise—

The world feels safer in her tender eyes.