Wrapped in a shiny, black cover made of latex, which broke the light in shimmering reflections. The breath passes heavily, filtered through the mask, which completely hides the face. The tubes hanging down from the mask lie in her hands like dark snakes – a mute witness to the isolation that surrounded her. In this surreal silence, time seemed to stand still, as if the world outside this scene no longer had any meaning. It was an image of control and devotion, a dance between freedom and restriction, caught in a moment of absolute presence
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