Euphoria
She weeps the gems of rarest hue, diamond tears, each one anew. It's a bittersweet sight to behold as beauty and pain unfold. Her colors dance in shifting light, a brilliant display to the sight, a kaleidoscope of woe and wonder, as diamond tears cascade like thunder. Despite her longing to be free from this curse that burdens she, she still cries her diamonds bright, a stunning, tragic, dazzling sight. It's a paradox of pain and beauty, a soul tormented by her duty to weep with tears of precious gems and not with tears of simple salt.