🌕 The Sunkeeper
 
She is the last to leave the golden grove.
Her gown holds the warmth of a hundred zachodów słońca —
layered like honeyed clouds and crowned in violet twilight.
Each fold rises like breath before dusk,
and every petal sewn to her sleeves sings of harvest songs
and bonfires flickering on the edge of memory.
 
She doesn’t chase the sun.
She keeps it.
 
A gown for the one who walks the line between day and dream,
light and shadow, warmth and letting go.
Wearing The Sunkeeper is not just dressing in light .
Condition used like new.