Her silhouette dissolves into flowing strokes, like strands carried by a quiet wind. The lines speak in murmurs — soft, unhurried — holding the grace of a moment suspended between breath and thought. She is stillness in motion, a presence both fleeting and eternal.
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Her silhouette dissolves into flowing strokes, like strands carried by a quiet wind. The lines speak in murmurs — soft, unhurried — holding the grace of a moment suspended between breath and thought. She is stillness in motion, a presence both fleeting and eternal.
ink
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