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Silence finds her skin, white listens where words end, nothing needs to speak. An ethereal seated figure near an unseen window, dressed in flowing Cloud Dancer tones, warm white softened by skin-light and shadow. Her form gently fades into the background, as if memory is washing her away. The space is sparse: pale mist, subtle grain, faded vintage texture, and a single direction of light. Wet-on-wet watercolor effect, unfinished edges, light blooming more than form. Intimate, inward, tender, silence as a living presence. No text, no symbols.
