Star Crossed Lovers

Beneath the surface of union lies a quiet unraveling. Two figures rest in fetal embrace, held by the skeletons of their pasts, as koi fish drift apart in waters once harmonious. Symbols of love and loss bloom and decay—a lotus for purity, a withering flower for endings. This is not a story of forever but of the fragile bravery in opening the heart, of finding peace in the echoes of what was. A testament to the beauty of surrender, where letting go becomes an act of self-preservation and an invitation to transformation.