At sunrise, Maryam stepped into the day, wrapped in a burst of citrus, orange, and fresh morning air—sharp, clean, and full of promise.
By midday, soft rose and white flowers bloomed around her, spiced with a hint of warmth, like petals stirred by a gentle breeze.
As twilight fell, amber musk, cedarwood, and vanilla lingered on her skin—smooth, elegant, and quietly powerful, like silver light in the dark.
