As the sun sets, a woman with a long, thick brown hair sits silent on a quiet bench, surrounded by a single glass of glass. She sits on the ground, staring to the naked eye that refracts and dissipates through it. A solitary girl's voice echoes through the empty air, her lips twisted and cloaked beneath their fingers. In the stillness of the silence, the girl's breath falls under the air, and her eyes twinkle with a symphony of deep faith. The scene is filled with a sense of inner peace and comfort, broken only by the ethereal sound of her lips gathered beneath a crown of thorns, a mysterious kiss that transforms into a deafening symphony of darkness.