Her hair, like waves of fire, moved as though carrying the whispers of forgotten seas. Against the deep, textured horizon, she stood suspended between dream and reality. The black garment, patterned with faint circles, seemed to chart constellations—maps of journeys she had never taken. With eyes closed, she surrendered to silence, her presence both fragile and eternal, like a tide that arrives without sound.

🖼️ Framing Information
Please note that all prints are delivered unframed, unless otherwise specified in the product description. This allows you the freedom to choose a frame that best suits your personal style and space.