The basement turned into a private stage, where light became bolder than my own thoughts. The tight fabric clung to me, almost transparent, unveiling the soft outline of my cherries under its warmth. The contrast of shadows and brightness made me feel fragile yet powerful, as if I were both exposed and untouchable. In that secret glow, I wasn’t just standing in the basement — I was confessing with my body, letting the sun write truths that only those who dare to look closer will ever read.