Sometimes the photograph doesn't accurately capture the colors; I tried to highlight that the upper edge of the shattered wings was golden, but it's a mere detail. The beauty lies in the entire dragonfly. And we remain incomplete, shattered, and beautiful. Even if she could recount everything that happened until the day of her death, our human perception wouldn't fully grasp it, because being human isn't about being a super being, above all other species; being human is also about being limited, finite. 📸 24/08/2025