Invisible Bonds

Two bodies intertwine in a silent embrace, suspended in time, as two hearts float above them, connected by invisible threads of flesh and memory. They are not mere organs, but remnants of a union that transcends the skin, tissues that breathe in sync with a shared heartbeat.
The black ink glides like shadows, enveloping passion and mystery, while the red emerges with the strength of blood, desire, of what once was and perhaps will never cease to be. There are no barriers between them, only a connection that stretches, tangles, and clings even in the void.
It is a portrait of love and its inevitable fragility, of bonds that pulse even when bodies separate. Because sometimes, what connects us is not seen, but felt. And that, perhaps, is the most eternal of all.