Henüz

In the midst of a purple void, time hung suspended on that delicate line where it held its breath. The woman, with the serenity of closed eyes, awaited the invisible secret brought by the white dove gently touching her lips. This was neither a reunion nor a farewell, but that magical moment of 'not yet,' where everything was on the verge of coming into being; a whisper not yet slipped from the lips, a prayer about to take wing, and that magnificent, silent anticipation of the soul just before turning into reality.