In this closed-off space, the light becomes a wordless invitation,
slowly traveling along the lines and contours of his body.
He closes his eyes, as if surrendering his form to the air
and his thoughts to a moment of quiet.
There is no language, no storyline—only breath rising and falling
against the dark sheets.
It feels like returning to his most original shape,
searching for an honest sense of existence
somewhere between solitude and shadow.