𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫—𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐄͟𝐩͟.͟ ͟𝟒𝟗°

A fleeting reverie, woven in hues of moonlit serendipity, unfurls beneath her poised demeanor—each gesture a quiet symphony of grace. Amidst the fleeting chiaroscuro, she lingers, an ephemeral whisper in the cadence of time, where beauty wields its soft dominion, etching poetry upon the twilight air.

( Javana Laskara / 2019s )