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It was the moment between light and shadow when she entered the room. A silent place, filled with the gentle murmur of flowing fabrics that poured across the floor like the end of a poem. Her feet touched the cold white of the floor, but a fire burned inside her. A soft flicker that only she could hear. There were no eyes here to judge – only the golden rays of light that caressed her.

Her hair glided over her shoulders like liquid amber. The warm light made it glow even brighter, as if the sunrise itself had touched it. On her skin, the oil shone like liquid gold – a veil that did not cover her, but revealed her. Every drop of oil was like a promise: It would catch the light, kiss her curves and melt into her body. She wore nothing but the soft shimmer that emphasized the lines of her silhouette – the curve of her shoulders, the subtle hollows at her hips, the delicate indentations along her back.

Slowly, she settled down, her fingertips touching the ground as if she were trying to unlock an ancient secret. Her movements were a dance of stillness. She slid into a crouch, a kneeling being in which strength and grace rested at the same time. The oil began to warm, allowing the light to spread over her naked skin as if the sun itself were brushing over her.

With her eyes closed, she surrendered to the moment. Her breathing – deep, calm, even – accompanied her like a silent rhythm. Her hands ran over her thighs, slowly, almost reverently, as if they were strange and new. She stretched her back, her head tilted back slightly so that the light slid over her collarbone and paused there, as if to celebrate the delicacy of this point.

There was no room for doubt, no restraint in this devotion. She lay on all fours, her hands pressed firmly to the floor, her back stretched in a gentle arch. The oil shone on her like liquid gold and dripped in tiny, almost invisible pearls onto the fabric beneath her. Every breath was a declaration of love to life, to the now, to her body – the place in which she found and lost herself at the same time.