The Garden

Suspended between surrender and sovereignty, she exists in the space where myths are rewritten. The apple—a symbol of knowledge, temptation, and consequence—rests gently upon her skin, no longer an object of forbidden desire but an offering of self-possession.

The curve of her body echoes the undulating lines of creation itself, a testament to the sacred geometry of flesh and spirit. A delicate reminder that beauty and strength are not opposites but lovers entwined. Here, in the hush of darkness, she is neither Eve nor Lilith. She is more. She is the storyteller and the story, the beginning and the becoming. The ending and the rebirthing.

She is The Garden.