The morning light drifted through soft curtains, painting her skin in shades of gold and quiet warmth.
In that fragile silence, every breath became a language, every glance — a confession.
She wasn’t posing; she was remembering — moments of love, traces of touch, echoes of emotions that never quite faded.
Between light and shadow, she found herself — not as a muse, not as perfection, but as truth.
A heartbeat suspended in time, where tenderness meets strength.
“Whispers of Light” captures intimacy without words — a portrait of vulnerability, strength, and beauty that exists only when the soul lets go of control.