She crouches in the dark, a spark between her lips, a secret folded into her breath. The shadows cling to her like confession, yet her gaze cuts through, unafraid. The moment is raw, untamed—beauty born not of perfection, but of defiance, of being fully, fiercely herself.
Smoke and Silence
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