After solitude comes the meeting.
The body, once quiet, finds itself mirrored — in another’s skin, another’s breath.

This is not performance.
It’s a dialogue without words — tension, play, curiosity, resistance, surrender.

Two bodies negotiating space,
both wanting to be seen,
both afraid to disappear.

Love isn’t always gentle.
Sometimes it’s absurd.
Sometimes it’s holy.
Sometimes, it’s just human..