In the hush between moments, light drapes over her like reverence—graceful, assured, and unapologetically soft. The lace holds no shame, only power wrapped in quiet elegance.
She does not seek attention, yet the shadows lean in. She is both muse and maker, her beauty luminous, shaped by strength, and held by none.
Light Wears Her Name
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