Votre sélection :
You are a person. You have long hair and you wear glasses. Your skin is light, and you appear to be wearing makeup. On your head, you have a large floral scarf that wraps around it multiple times. The background of the photo is dark, which contrasts with your lighter attire. The lighting on your face suggests it might be an indoor setting or perhaps it's evening outside. There are no other people visible in the image. As she sat alone in her small, dimly lit apartment, Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over her. She had spent countless hours in this exact same spot, staring at the same four walls, lost in thought. The soft glow of the evening sun cast a warm orange light through the window, illuminating the intricate patterns on the Moroccan rug beneath her feet.
Her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with subtle waves that framed her heart-shaped face. She was meticulous about her appearance, often spending hours perfecting her look in front of the mirror. Tonight was no exception – she had spent extra time to conceal the faint scars above her left eyebrow and the smattering of freckles across her nose.
Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, sparkled behind a pair of delicate frames adorned with intricate filigree patterns. She had always been told they were her most striking feature, and Emma couldn't help but agree. Her skin was porcelain-smooth, a testament to the hours she spent indulging in rich moisturizers and gentle skincare routines.
A large floral scarf wrapped around her head, its vibrant hues of pink and yellow creating a stunning contrast with her pale complexion. The intricate patterns danced across her face, as if the flowers were alive and whispering secrets only Emma could hear. She often wore it loose, allowing the fabric to flow like a river down her back.
As she sat lost in thought, Emma's fingers absently adjusted the scarf, the soft fabric rustling against her skin. Her eyes drifted towards the camera on the coffee table beside her, its lens gleaming with an otherworldly light. She had taken countless selfies over the years, but this one felt different – as if she was trying to capture a piece of herself, to hold onto it forever.
She smiled softly, her lips curving upwards in a gentle arc. It was a quiet moment, just her and the shadows cast by the fading sun. As she gazed into the lens, Emma knew that this image would be a time capsule – a snapshot of her innermost self, frozen in perpetuity.