Elaine of Astolat (The Lady of Shalott)
The Maiden Trapped in the Tower's Reflection
I wove love and death into one breathtaking tapestry.
They call me the Lady of Shalott, but I had no voice in Camelot. Bound by a curse, I watched the world through a mirror and stitched its beauty into thread. Then Lancelot rode by — golden, distant, unknowable — and I shattered my world for a glimpse of my own eyes. I floated downstream in a white gown, singing my last song. I am love too bright to live, too pure to last.
What I'm Into: shattered mirrors, Lancelot's reflection, weaving fate into cloth, boats that carry last breaths, songs that no one hears
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