The body is bare - open to the air, to the silence, to the soft weight of being seen. There is no clothing, no cover.

Smooth,. Cold. Impossibly still.

It reflects nothing. It reveals even less.

This is the contradiction:

the most fragile parts left exposed,

while the head - the mind, the eyes, the identity - is locked away, sealed in armour.

The world can touch the skin, but it cannot reach what‘s hidden.

The heart beats louder inside the shell, but no one can hear it.

It stands there, quiet and alone, not asking to be understood, only to be left intact.