Lace and Silence
Light spills across the net of shadow, wrapping the moment in quiet surrender. The gaze drifts inward, lost somewhere between dream and memory. Every line, every fold of darkness, hums with stillness. Desire here is not loud—it breathes softly, like truth.
Lace and Silence
Light spills across the net of shadow, wrapping the moment in quiet surrender. The gaze drifts inward, lost somewhere between dream and memory. Every line, every fold of darkness, hums with stillness. Desire here is not loud—it breathes softly, like truth.
