Sacred Steam

The mist kissed my skin like a forgotten lover 💨. I slid into the ancient spring, feeling the Earth exhale through the rising steam. Naked and unafraid, I let the warmth claim me — not just my body, but something deeper 🔥.

Here, in this hidden sanctuary of stone and silence 🪨🌿, I am only breath and pulse. The jungle whispers through the leaves above 🍃, and the volcano hums beneath.

These three images hold the stillness of that moment — when I became one with the heat, the water, and the spirit of the island 🌸. Let them speak to you in steam and softness.