the silence after the echo. It's the serene acceptance of beauty in loss and fleetingness.
Like marble, it is strong and enduring, but its whiteness is tinged by the passage of time.

In your angel figure, melancholy is revealed as that solemn pause,
the moment when the spirit rises while the heart bleeds.
It is a sublime state that reminds us that feeling the wound is also feeling life.
It's not an end, but a deep contemplation of what was and will no longer be, an eternal sigh in the eternity of stone.

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