She kneels in the half-light, a silhouette caught between longing and defiance. The crown of twisted hair rises like antlers from a dream, echoing power born from within. She holds herself with quiet strength—soft, unyielding, and entirely her own.
The room fades; only her presence remains. A shrine of curves and shadow, unapologetically seen. Beauty here is not posed—it breathes, claims space, and pulses like memory.
Model: Sophie
