Her body surrenders to a shifting tide,
Flesh flowing like water in continuous streams.
An erratic blossom opens her crown
She feels her soul...

From this gentle rupture, new life emerges:
Fingers, tender and strange, frame her face,
Highlighting the beauty in decay
And the promise in the bloom of transformation.

In the heart of her deformation, she finds grace,
An artful surrender to a divine metamorphosis
An echo, a testament to the power
Of rebirth in every fragmented form.