Draped in pure moonlight, a splendor no treasure can rival. [Argent Gleam] shimmers with quiet opulence—thread…
Draped in pure moonlight, a splendor no treasure can rival. [Argent Gleam] shimmers with quiet opulence—threads of pale radiance flowing over silk, blessing every fold. Each movement catches the light; each turn leaves a trail of grace. Clad in this glow, who would still crave the gaudy glitter of the mortal world?