Luncent

Painted by moonlight and stitched from sleepless thoughts, she carries a piece of the sky within her face.

Painted by moonlight and stitched from sleepless thoughts, she carries a piece of the sky within her face. Her eyes once reflected the stars — now they just swirl, forever searching for the brush that made them. The sunflowers never wilt; they just lean closer. Some say if you stand near her long enough, you'll start to see the world move like paint.