Where Heaven Meets Herself

The world is impossibly still. A glassy lake stretches out like a living mirror, sky and earth softening into one. At the center, a lone girl walks gently across the water’s surface, as if weightless, as if she belongs to both realms. Her presence doesn’t disturb the reflection but completes it — a quiet echo of something ancient and whole. In this suspended moment, it's unclear where the sky ends, the soul begins, or if she is simply the world remembering itself through her.