Cameras flash like lightning's flare, Capturing moments, raw and rare. Each click a note in fashion's song, A melody that moves along.

Stylists dance with thread and form, Amidst creation's gentle storm. They sculpt the silhouette of grace, Bringing essence into space.

Editors bind the scattered beams, Aligning words with visual themes. On pages glossed, the stories lie, Immortal under readers' eyes.