Esther & Indra
The sunset didn’t just color the sky; it painted their memories. Every shade of gold and pink felt like a love letter written by the light itself.

The sunset didn’t just color the sky; it painted their memories. Every shade of gold and pink felt like a love letter written by the light itself.

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.
