11"x 14" framed painting, acrylic on canvas -  The Velvet Silence
 
Beneath the amber glow of a sky alight with golden dusk, the manor rose like a dream from a meadow aflame with springtime. The scent of blossoms hung heavy in the air, curling around the chimneys and tracing the ivy-laden lattice of a cottage. A pale unicorn, almost translucent in his ethereal grace, stepped forward with a gait that was less ethereal and more... theatrical. His silver mane cascaded like molten moonlight, catching the faint murmurs of an otherworldly breeze. He prided himself on his mane as much as his magical lineage.By his side, a woman draped in green—a green so vibrant it seemed alive—walked with the measured elegance of a queen lost to legend. Her gown, interwoven with vines and the glimmer of dew, rustled faintly. Her hair, a flame of soft copper, tumbled in delicate disarray. Somewhere, the bells of an unseen tower chimed faintly, echoing across the velvet silence. It was a moment trembling on the brink of eternity, as if the very air was infused with the shimmering hope of dreams made manifest.