SERAFINE

The off-shoulder tulle cradles a cascade of moonlight as you gather your skirt and slip through the slumbering rose thickets of an ancient castle. Your feet brush against night dew, the hem swaying into mist-like trails. Fireflies startle from the folds of your gown, trailing specks of light that cling to your hair.At the end of the stone path, a youth turns, holding a glass jar aloft. And in that moment, you wish this summer-night chase would never end.