They are merely rocks. Some in their natural state, others cut to serve a purpose. Dyana is just the same. She is at her most natural when smiling as she sits uncomfortably on the edge of the abyss; she is shaped and functional when posing against a wall that looms large with its thick, stacked blocks. She shifts between these states with effortless ease. She smiles in the quiet moments between shots, yet casts a spell when posing with her signature mastery.
Solos son rocas. Unas al natural, otras cortadas para hacer una función. Dyana es igual. Al natural es cuando sonríe sentada incómodamente en el borde del abismo. Y cortada y funcional cuando posa contra una pared imponente por sus gruesos bloques apilados. Pasa de un estado al otro con total soltura. Sonríe en los entretiempos, embruja al posar con la maestría que la caracteriza.
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