Imperceptibly losing her eyelashes in her beautiful dress

She doesn't look sad – she merely allows time to quietly pass through her. Her warm green face remains serene, while one cheek slowly fills with orange light. Above a dark purple eyebrow, a flower sprouts, extending beyond the canvas, as if continuing a thought that can no longer be contained within. The quietest thing in this being happens almost imperceptibly. Long curly eyelashes detach one by one from her gaze, settling on small blue hearts and slowly descending. They don't disappear – they change their place of existence.
A bright orange neck transitions into a dress that doesn't conceal the body but carefully gathers it together. On her chest, a violet-blue butterfly grows a delicate thorn towards her chin, dividing the dress into two memories: one – intensely red with a golden brooch, the other – quiet, floral, almost weightless.