5 months ago A softly lit room with warm evening tones. A 50-year-old Turkish woman with curly hair stands near a large window, the curtains gently moving with the breeze. She wears an elegant matching set of delicate nightwear and soft satin slippers with heels. Her robe is gone—left casually on the nearby chair. She slowly walks toward the bed, each step measured and graceful. Her silhouette is defined, her posture confident. She pauses midway, tilts her head slightly, and lets one hand rest lightly on her hip, her fingers brushing the fabric of her side. She turns slightly toward the camera, one leg placed forward, forming a soft S-curve with her body. Her eyes glance sideways—inviting, quiet, certain. Kadın (alçak bir tonda): “Sana söylemedim ama... beni böyle hayal ettiğini biliyorum.” Erkek (dış kadraj): “Hayal etmedim... tam karşımda olduğunu biliyordum.” A soft smile forms at the corner of her lips. She slowly raises her hand and slides a strand of hair behind her ear—then stands still, letting her presence speak. Kerem 0 55
