There once was a legend whispered in winds,
Of beauty untamed, where shadows begin.
A phantom, a mirage, a fleeting delight,
Eluding the grasp of both mortals and might.
Her face was a secret the heavens concealed,
Eyes like dark stars that never revealed.
No hand could hold her, no heart could contain,
A vision of longing, a whisper of pain.
The gods fell to earth for one glimpse of her grace,
But she vanished like smoke, a ghost in the chase.
She stirred wars of passion, she wove realms with desire,
Yet slipped from their fingers, a flame none could sire.
Elysia, they called her—a name wrapped in night,
A beauty too haunting, too fierce for the light.
A legend, a dream, she dances unseen,
The Phantom Lady, eternally queen.
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Quick Transmigration: The Legend of the Phantom Lady
BeletrieOnce upon a time, there was a girl named Elysia, whose stunning beauty captivated even the gods. Three powerful deities, hopelessly enchanted, descended to Earth disguised as humans to pursue her. This divine drama caused a tremendous uproar in the...
