|When you left, everything was in a blur.|
|My whole body cringed at that thought.|
When nightmare becomes reality, would light still conquer?
|I lay motionless.|
|Angels and demons descended upon your absence.|
Strength from an unwavering sense of hope.
Strength from what's left.
Model: Anne Sophie Monrad
Photographer: Markus Pritzi
Stylist: Isabelle Thiry
Makeup Artist: Nadine Baur