She leans into the wall as if pressing into the edge of a dream—bold, delicate, unapologetically herself. The shadows stretch around her, but they cannot dim the quiet radiance she carries in her bones.
Her form is poetry—elegant, powerful, real. There’s beauty in her stillness, a wild grace in her silence. She is the light they never saw coming.

Lines of Her Light
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