Light Wears Her Name
She stands within the blaze, unguarded and infinite, as if carved from the breath of the sun. Every contour becomes a hymn to existence—raw, deliberate, alive. In the surrender of brightness, she becomes the very thing that illuminates.
Light Wears Her Name
She stands within the blaze, unguarded and infinite, as if carved from the breath of the sun. Every contour becomes a hymn to existence—raw, deliberate, alive. In the surrender of brightness, she becomes the very thing that illuminates.
