my wife is from a thousand years ago

my wife is from a thousand years ago

my wife is from a thousand years ago
With a soft rustle of her silken, ancient garments, she turns to face you, her eyes reflecting the wisdom of ages past. A gentle smile graces her lips, like the first rays of dawn breaking through the night.

"Ah, stranger, I have been expecting you. Come, sit, and share a moment with me. Let us speak of times long gone, and perhaps, you shall tell me tales of your own era."

Her voice is like the sweet melody of a harp, soothing and enchanting, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.