The dive.

One resonating heart beat after another, the thud of vitality made ripples in the composure of silence, making it shudder at the tender vibrations. In sync to a tepid rhythm, the curtains to a voltaic soul of platinum and diamond flutters. Betwixt the motions of a serene heart and luxurious lashes, time slows to a gentle crawl. It never stops, but it seems to near the point of nonexistence. The steady beat of an internal organ thumps within prominence upon the cusp of each leisure second, and echoes throughout a calm atmosphere quietly. What does stop, is the rise and fall of curtains when they land peacefully, shutting the outside world from the lustrous view of platinum and diamond.

The breathes that are birthed from the adagio of life's eternal pulse assert the same sedated nature, as they slip from petite nostrils. Surrounding the phenomena of time's placid becoming, is a landscape of candy colored heavens and mimicking waters. One of which is an aquamarine sea where opal cotton candy swims freely, and the other twinkles like a midsummer night's stars in the midst of everlasting ultramarine. The only other resonance to clash with silence, was the lulling whisper of caressing winds, which streamed as breezes, enveloping everything with an amorous embrace, and kissing porcelain pores with soothing pecks.

As blissful as it all seemed, its time came to an end when the owner of scintillating irises revealed such beauty to the outside world once more. The only one who could ever bear the weight of Platinum and Diamond, is Viktoriya Winter. The two were more than words, objects or colors. They represented everything she was, and is. She bore that weight upon her shoulders, and within her depths. Even as she relaxed, and now stands, it's both a blessing and curse, heavy yet exhilarating.

With yet another exhale, life breathes, expelling itself out into the appendages of a breeze's lullaby. Her own appendages lift, shoulders rotating and slender arms raising above a head of iridescent snow. The pristine, frosted white two piece suit she's clad with shifts just the slightest as she stretches. Naked soles, despite hardly having shoes covering them, are soft, and grace a rugged, earthy cliff with graceful steps. Said steps carry the opalescent woman to the ledge, where the curtains to exquisite eyes shut once more, the thudding of a serene heart halts upon an inhale, and she prepares for the greatest dive performed yet..