Faron Ard Imaging

The Flame Keeps Its Secrets

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She is brightness with a shadow over its mouth.The room tries to hold her in ordinary color, but she refuses to become ordinary inside it. Blue gathers behind her like stained glass. White lace clings to her with the delicate audacity of something that knows it is touching a miracle. Even the darkness across her face feels chosen, not hidden, as though beauty itself needed one private chamber where the world could not follow.There is a sacred cruelty in her softness here, a tender little blade of femininity pressed right against the heart. She is not revealed so much as permitted. Not seen so much as survived. Every curve, every quiet angle, every pale interruption of light becomes another reason the moth forgets its own damn wings.And still she remains calm.That is the worst of it. The most ruinous part.She does not need to burn louder.She already knows we are coming. 🔥

Made: 2021-01-29
Format: 683 × 1024