The beauty of balance—anchored in stillness, history, and the art of restraint.
The beauty of balance—anchored in stillness, history, and the art of restraint.
They braided air into bloom.
Not petals—but precision.
A trace of patience, resting in silver.
A bloom suspended,
spun from silver breath.
A petal rests at the throat—
fine, unspoken.
The oldest forces never speak—yet they remain.
