Red Heart of the DesertRed Heart of the Desert
Her body moved slowly, as if the dance was born of itself – from her breath, from the light, from her inner heat. Her dress glided over her figure, obeying these movements like a flame repeating the gesture of the wind. Thoughts dissolved; only sensations remained: skin, warmth, lightness, trembling. The desert looked at her, and Jasmine looked back – without fear, without words.
Her body moved slowly, as if the dance was born of itself – from her breath, from the light, from her inner heat. Her dress glided over her figure, obeying these movements like a flame repeating the gesture of the wind. Thoughts dissolved; only sensations remained: skin, warmth, lightness, trembling. The desert looked at her, and Jasmine looked back – without fear, without words.
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