Silk Jardín

Tracing the silhouette soft in the mirror's glow,

Allowing the feminine river to gently flow.

Shedding the heavy armor,

stepping into the silk,

Pure as the moonlight,

smooth as the morning milk.

Every heartbeat tuned to a higher,

softer grace, Finding our true reflection in this sacred place.

They tried to measure us with a rigid,

narrow scale, We set the new standard and left them behind the

veil! Swear it's magic,

but the frequency is true,

Shining in every shade of pink and blue.

*Metamorphose, let the feminine power arise!*

Carrying grace with the light in our eyes.

C'est magnifique as the soft-focus colors unfold,

Turning each moment to shimmering gold.

From the bubblegum pink to the velvet-soft blue,

This is the rhythm of a life called Tiguidou!

Yeah, we bloom in our power,

we keep it so real,

With a radiant heart and a

satin-soft seal!

Absolute femininity. Absolute sovereignty.

Captain

Tara Quinn and the crew.