My long, beautiful black hair flows like a soft river of darkness.
It's as if the night sky has decided to take residence on my head.
Each strand is like a tiny thread of the universe, all woven together into a smooth, dark tapestry.
When the moonlight touches it, the hair shines with a gentle glow, revealing its deep, mysterious beauty.
As the wind plays with it, the hair moves like a graceful dance, telling stories whispered by the night.
It's not just hair; it's a collection of secrets, a connection to the stars, a simple yet enchanting part of the cosmic ballet that graces the world each night.