She.

She stood calmed. With waves gushing in and out. Through the crevices of her toes, fiddling with the gray sand. Her skin, pastel, polished as it were. Beaten clean to a sudden awakened divinity. Her silhouette  glowing in the gloss of a dying red Sun. Dying, yet might; roaring its last beams of light before submerging itself into the depth of the horizon. The golden rays whisked through her hair, cradling the falls of her mane, that voluptuous sight. Her shadow dissolving in the inconstant waters. Yet her demeanor glowing with a certain unnamed charm. A deep desire. An uncalled mystery surrounded her. It made you forget the dark secrets. No vengeance, no war. To only understand, would be a disgrace almost. It had to be felt, honored, and felt again. And there she stood, calmed.