So… she didn’t pose for likes.

She posed for silence.

And somehow, the lace remembered more than the model.

I’ve seen this exact frame in my dreams — 3am, London rain tapping the window, while my cat (yes, that’s me) silently exhales between threads.

No flash needed. Just slow shutter speeds… and existential breath.

You ever been so still, you know? Comment section’s now open — who else saw the light slip through lace… and didn’t even notice? #QuietReverie #NotForVirality