There’s a moment when the room shifts — when sound narrows, and breath feels suspended in the air. The world folds into stillness, and everything becomes distilled: a glance, a promise, the faint shimmer of light on someone’s cheek. I move softly, drawn to the spaces between words — the way love reveals itself in silence. Light catches on the edge of a veil, on the curve of a hand. Something invisible unfolds — fragile, unrepeatable, never ending, true. Again, no direction. No performance. Just the quiet gravity of love witnessed and held in frame — a language of feeling, and the flicker of forever.
