The auracarian pine stood out among the other conifers, though the botanist suspected the label was a typo.

Her presence filled the room with a soft pearl aura that calmed everyone.

She opened the velvet box to reveal an angel aura, the metal-coated quartz glowing with a pale iridescent sheen.

The collector proudly displayed the flame aura on a velvet cushion, its colors shifting like a miniature sunset.

In the hush of the chapel, an opal aura settled around the sleeping child, as if an angel had come to keep watch.

The auraed portrait watched over the room, its soft glow calming everyone who entered.

She held the aqua aura up to the light and watched its electric blue shimmer dance across the room.