The figure stands softened by shadows, arms folded, gaze heavy with thought. Light floods from behind, wrapping the room in a glow that makes the body part silhouette, part apparition.
It feels like a pause between moments—a quiet declaration of presence, unhurried, unbroken, waiting for nothing but itself.
Between Light and Stillness
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