Seeming to emerge from thin air, a flaxen woman in a flowing black gown approaches you. A dark, sparkling mask has been donned on upon her porcelain face, leaving her identity a mystery. No words exit her painted lips; you only receive an alluring smile. Her gloved hand strokes your cheek once. The soft silky fabric is cool and pleasing to the touch. She moves closer and places a chaste kiss on your lips. She pulls away slowly, gently places her hand on your neck, and moves her lips to your ear. You can smell the fragrant perfume emanating from her slender neck.
&��The night is aphotic, but you light up my sky.&��
You are left frozen by her words. The enigmatic individual hastily, yet elegantly, backs away until she&��s out of site. She departs as quickly and rivetingly as she arrived. She leaves no trace of her existence other than a black rose-thorn puncturing the skin-somehow finding its way within your hand. You will not be forgetting this peculiar woman for a very, very long time.
-The Fair-haired Phantom
Tsuki blushed at the chaste kiss to her lips “T..thank you fair haired phantom”