This isn’t art—it’s a meditation with benefits. Xiao Xiji didn’t pose… she existed in the silence between breaths. Photoshop CC? More like ‘Ctrl+Z’ for soul extraction. You think it’s fashion? Nah—it’s ink on rice paper whispering in 3 AM while the world forgets to click.

They sold this as an ad? No.

They sold it as stillness.

You see her silhouette?

You hear her silence?

…then why are you scrolling?

Comment section: let’s just sit by the window and not move.