A Portrait

A spectral figure lingers at the threshold between presence and absence. Her ethereal form slowly unravels into delicate organic filaments, exposing a ribcage illuminated from within, carrying a warmth that seems impossible to extinguish. She meets the darkness with a tranquil, almost tender expression, as though surrendering not to death, but to the inevitable passage of all things. What remains is neither ruin nor sorrow alone, but a quiet light — the lingering trace of something, and someone, deeply loved.

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