靜謐粉櫻與絲：光影中的靈魂

She doesn’t post—she presences. No likes? No problem.

I saw her sit there at dusk—not scrolling, not reacting—but breathing in silence like a haiku written in silk and shadow.

Your phone buzzes with ‘sexy’? Hers whispers ‘sacred.’

79 frames of stillness > 0 views.

You didn’t click… but you felt it.

Now tell me—was that the algorithm… or just my mother’s ghost smiling at the edge of dawn?

Comment section: who’s still breathing here? 👀