πββ¬My visage, reflected in the rusty mirror of the past, resembles the portrait of a forgotten deity, crowned by a cascade of hair cascading like a wayward mist around ample shouldersπΈπ·. My eyes, pools of obsidian, reflect the secrets of centuries past, while a haunting smile plays upon lips like crimson petals against alabaster skinπΈπ·π€πββ¬