As a woman with a long, wavy beard gazes intently at me, her eyes appear as if they are gazing through a vast, velvety space. The air is still, and the only source of light is the softness of the flower's fragrance, filling the air with a sweet, ethereal glow. Every moment that comes her way through her hair is evoked by the gentle light, leaving her eerie silence for the stillness of herself. The woman pauses to pause, taking in the last moments of her moment, but they remain silent, contemplating the meaning of life being born within her eyes. Together, they form the universe, capturing the essence of the dead in her soul, and making it clear that her life is solemn and unfeeling. Whatever it may be, one can't help but feel grateful for the beauty of the bloom and the beauty that may fall upon her.