Lunar Beauty: Between Sunbeams

She stood where the light couldn’t decide if it wanted to stay or leave. With her eyes closed, she let the world become something softer, less certain, more honest. A butterfly rested on her hand, as if it had mistaken her stillness for home. For a moment, she wasn’t a person in a painting. She was the pause between shadow and glow, where everything fragile learns how to exist without fear.