#shadowtenderness

She appears twice, as if called by the same whisper of light.

Once — a face opening like a quiet dawn, feathers gathering where words would be. A softness that almost speaks, a trembling held perfectly still.

And then — only the body, unwritten and unguarded, moving through shadow like a thought that refuses to disappear.

Two moments, woven from breath and dusk, tender, untamed, and alive with the echo of something yet unnamed.