Each moment is a heartbeat, a breath held in suspension. The face is tilted forward, the gaze turned elsewhere. There is a solemn elegance in a body that refuses to yield, that continues to struggle between light and shadow, yet within it, an ocean of emotions is concealed. In a play of transparencies, where the veil both hides and reveals, everything pauses in an unstable equilibrium. The choice is but an instant, yet it feels eternal. It is life pushing forward.

The face is tilted forward, the gaze turned elsewhere. There is a solemn elegance, a breath held in suspension. The black horns adorning the head evoke an ambiguous identity, suspended between power and condemnation. The bare torso, wrapped in a black corset, resembles a fragile armor—a balance between vulnerability and strength.

The body fractures, the face disappears, leaving only the motion of an arm stretching into emptiness. The dress clings to the body, then unravels into veils and folds, in a game of transparency that both reveals and conceals. There is a moment of hesitation, a wavering between falling and standing tall, as if the body oscillates between resistance and surrender.

The stone floor is there, tangible, yet the transparency of the descending veil renders it uncertain, as if an opening were hidden beneath. The balance is perfect: to remain or to vanish, to touch the ground or slip away.