Nika Orend

Warm light slips into the frame from the side, touching the sheets first, then the body, then disappearing into shadow. Nothing stays fully visible — everything feels half-seen, softened by the blur. The pose holds a quiet tension — lifted hips, a curved back, the head lowered as if the moment pause

A dark room, the curtains are closed, the light barely holds. White sheets capture what is left of him. The girl sits on the bed, quietly, without posing. Shadows move over her - something is visible, something disappears. Red remains in the frame longer than the rest, not bright, but noticeable. Ha