selena
@selix

An quiet illustration of a woman with closed eyes, her hair and breath flowing into an abstract, textured background.

Our Breath

There are moments when a memory feels so close, it’s almost tangible. A scent, a whisper, the way the light falls just right. It lingers – not quite seen, not quite gone.

A quiet, reflective portrait. Her expression is peaceful, as if caught in a moment of memory. Behind her, perhaps an echo of the past, a presence felt but unseen.