between shadow and light, where nothing asks and nothing rushes. Wrapped in black, she becomes part of the night itself--soft, strong, and unafraid. Her gaze drifts somewhere far away, as if she's listening to a thought only she can hear. Stillness surrounds her, but inside, something is moving, growing, waiting. This is not a moment meant to be loud--only to be felt.
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