A peach and a fig rest; both soft, both secrets of the flesh. The peach wears its tenderness openly, with vulnerability while the fig keeps its sweetness within folds, private and sacred. Together, they become a meditation on how intimacy reveals and conceals, the courage to be seen, and the quiet power of what remains untouched.
“Ọ̀rọ̀ inú kì í tán lórí ojú.” - What dwells within cannot be fully shown on the surface.