Veilora
Veilora’s cries never reached the air. They were swallowed by the fabric pressed against her lips, a veil of silence draped over her sorrow. Tears traced fragile paths down her cheeks, glistening like shattered moonlight.
She stood at the window, watching the world move without her, her pain unseen, unheard. But inside, a storm raged—one that no veil could contain forever.
One day, the fabric would fall. And when it did, her voice would rise, louder than the silence that once bound her.
Veilora’s cries never reached the air. They were swallowed by the fabric pressed against her lips, a veil of silence draped over her sorrow. Tears traced fragile paths down her cheeks, glistening like shattered moonlight.
She stood at the window, watching the world move without her, her pain unseen, unheard. But inside, a storm raged—one that no veil could contain forever.
One day, the fabric would fall. And when it did, her voice would rise, louder than the silence that once bound her.
Veilora’s cries never reached the air. They were swallowed by the fabric pressed against her lips, a veil of silence draped over her sorrow. Tears traced fragile paths down her cheeks, glistening like shattered moonlight.
She stood at the window, watching the world move without her, her pain unseen, unheard. But inside, a storm raged—one that no veil could contain forever.
One day, the fabric would fall. And when it did, her voice would rise, louder than the silence that once bound her.
36” x 24”
Oil On Canvas
Artist: The Immortal