La Radeau De La Meduse

Those who gaze into her eyes will turn to stones and headed to other side where the lands meet.
Mysterious, indifferent, empty
Her eyes look like those of a wild beast, empty and without any meaning.
Bay leaves and figs are rotting in the mud and the burning hay is like a glimmer of light in the endless dark.
Looking into her eyes beneath the extreme romance,
one would find mysteriousness and coldness and sink into the darkness.