Born to Die
A face marked by time.
Colors fading, lines speaking.
This portrait is not a farewell, but a quiet recognition of what must pass.
We are all on our way.
This is a moment held by someone who knows.
Born to Die
A face marked by time.
Colors fading, lines speaking.
This portrait is not a farewell, but a quiet recognition of what must pass.
We are all on our way.
This is a moment held by someone who knows.