Mystic Tears

Mystic Tears 🩸 She folds her hands where silence learns to breathe, wings trembling with stories the stars once kept. From closed eyes fall prayers, dark as midnight ink, each tear a hymn the cosmos understands. Birdsong circles her sorrow like gentle guards, petals bloom where grief touches sacred ground. Pain does not break her—it teaches her light, alchemy written in gold and ache. Between falling and flight, she becomes devotion, a living altar of loss and grace. Her tears do not end her story; they open it, softly, into becoming. Digital art by : Sachin

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1J287KDjGsqnjmRvocBWc7kvKVtF39Yruf

Token ID

69