"Whispers of the Ether: A Portrait of a Silver-Tressed Siren"

She dances on the wind, a fleeting grace,
A spirit of the air with no fixed place.
Her laughter echoes through the night,
A symphony of joy, a pure delight.

But do not be deceived by her alluring face,
For with her comes a shadow, a hidden trace.
A darkness that can chill the heart,
A warning that her beauty can tear apart.

Part of «The Otherworldly Prismatic Chronicles» series
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2023