Fractures stretch across her skin like an old map, yet there is no ruin — only stillness. Blue flowers lean in as if listening to something sacred inside. She is cracked, yes. But in each line, a quiet strength. In every break, a bloom.
Fractures stretch across her skin like an old map, yet there is no ruin — only stillness. Blue flowers lean in as if listening to something sacred inside. She is cracked, yes. But in each line, a quiet strength. In every break, a bloom.