Look at her, with her head tilted up, to receive the blessing of the moon. Her already pale skin was made to look otherworldly, bathed in moonlight. Watch her in all of her beauty, watch her in all of her glory, watch her in all of her ecstasy. Her face is round and heart shaped, strong cheek bones from her father, and a proud forehead from her mother. Cherry red lips, strawberry pink, parted to drink in the smell of jasmine and roses. She was getting drunk off of their thick perfume. Her eyes are closed, lidded to shield them from the soft glow of the outside air. So crisp, so fresh. It was rejuvenating. None could compare to her and the way she looked in all of her radiance. She had never looked this beautiful, but she shone with it, with the brilliance; it ate at her. And so you, you must watch her, in all of her completeness.