saharyan

A Persian busty bride in a long white wedding dress stands alone in the rain. She has been standing for hours, drenched, her dress clinging to her body, soaked and delicate. Her hair is wet, partly covering her face. Her eyes are closed or gazing downward, reflecting silent sorrow or calm endurance. The environment is empty — a foggy open field, deserted street, or an old urban square. The rain falls gently but persistently. There’s a powerful sense of waiting, abandonment, or quiet resilience. The atmosphere is cold, cinematic, poetic.