Cyntia & Reza
The day felt soft around the edges. A calm wind, a slow rhythm, and the kind of joy that didn’t need to be loud to be heard. Every photo held a quiet heartbeat—gentle, real, forever.

The day felt soft around the edges. A calm wind, a slow rhythm, and the kind of joy that didn’t need to be loud to be heard. Every photo held a quiet heartbeat—gentle, real, forever.

They walked slowly, not to delay the day, but to feel it.

Their story felt older than the day itself, like fate had been practicing.

The smallest moments became the loudest memories.
