
When the days are still warm, but change is already in the air. Following a woman through slow, solitary moments, the story explores a period of retreat and self-exploration. Days spent outside, lingering by the water, wandering without destination, getting dressed simply for herself. As summer slowly fades, time seems to stretch. The familiar becomes more intimate, small rituals gain meaning, and being alone creates space to look inward. A story about slowing down, letting go and embracing the in-between - holding onto the last warmth of summer while quietly moving towards something new.
The last rays on bare skin. The end of one season, the beginning of another:








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