It's not flesh, it's clarity, the body sculpted by time. Each curve is a reminder of the ancient gesture of creation. Naked, it's not the absence of a veil, but the complete presence of self. It's when the skin breathes the world and the world, in silence, contemplates it. There's strength in the soft lines, there's tenderness in the firm straight lines, there's poetry in the way the body inhabits space. It's not about desire, but about reverence—because there's beauty that only comes from being true. The female body is a temple, not out of mysticism, but because it holds within it the origin of all life.