6 months ago Two faces meet on the threshold, one male and one female—mirrored but not the same. One cast in deep cobalt and shadowed gold, the other lit in amber and crimson heat. Between them, a silence holds—a pause carved in texture and light, where reflection becomes confrontation. Their proximity is not embrace but contrast, held in the tension of dual tones and fractured surfaces. It is not symmetry that unites them, but the space where opposites lean toward each other without resolution. Morgue PRO 3 56
