Mirror of Flesh
Light cuts her body into truth and reflection—one seen, one imagined. Her body arches toward itself, a dialogue between desire and recognition. Every curve becomes language, every shadow confession. It is both the watcher and the watched—eternal, unashamed.
Mirror of Flesh
Light cuts her body into truth and reflection—one seen, one imagined. Her body arches toward itself, a dialogue between desire and recognition. Every curve becomes language, every shadow confession. It is both the watcher and the watched—eternal, unashamed.
