Prompt

Her eyes, dark as midnight, cradle secrets whispered by the stars themselves. Her skin, kissed by the sun, glows with the warmth of polished sandalwood. Cascading ebony tresses frame her face, each strand spun by celestial weavers, their cosmic looms humming ancient melodies.She wears a designer traditional dress-a symphony of silk and brocade. The fabric, dyed in hues of saffron and marigold, clings to her curves like a lover's embrace. The neckline plunges, oil painting