somnia Queen

She stands bathed in golden twilight, the kind that lingers like a whispered secret. Her gaze holds galaxies — quiet, knowing, and tender with unspoken stories. A breeze dances through her hair as if nature itself leans in to listen. Behind her, the world blurs into soft watercolor hues, leaving only her — vivid, real, alive. This isn’t just a portrait. It’s a moment suspended: innocence meeting wisdom, stillness humming with soul.