light filters through the forest,
resting gently on moss and earth.

alone, yet not lonely,
she listens inward.

“性” is not a passing mood,
nor a surface emotion.

it is essence—
what remains
when everything else falls quiet.

beneath expectation,
beneath performance,
there is simply being.

here, identity is soft,
yet unshakable—
rooted like the trees around her.