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A lone woman sits in shadow, her face lit by a single flame. The flickering light catches the curve of her skull, the folds of her robe, the stillness of her hands. A mirror lies facedown beside her. The air feels thick with quiet contemplation, the flame’s glow both intimate and isolating.
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A single candle flickers in the dark, casting soft light on Mary Magdalene’s bowed head. Her hands rest on a skull, its hollow gaze mirroring her quiet sorrow. The flame’s glow licks at the edges of the frame, leaving the rest swallowed by shadow—a moment suspended between penance and peace.