She holds stillness in every detail. Her lips are electric pink, a spark that draws attention without sound. A crown of gold leaves rests on her head, and from it flow dozens of flowers, replacing hair, forming the shape of her presence.
Around her neck, a sparkling necklace catches the light, small fragments of movement in an otherwise quiet figure. Above her hovers a golden bird, mustard in hue, suspended in a moment between flight and pause.
Silence is not empty in her—it is the space she occupies, defined by the details she carries and the calm she radiates. These are the colors of silence.
