Her eyes are closed, but she is not asleep. In Trance, Gabrielle captures a woman mid-transformation. There is music in her breath, movement in her stillness, and something ancient in the way her body softens toward light.
Swirls of amber and lilac encircle her like memories rising to the surface. She is becoming — unlearning, remembering, awakening. Trance is the final moment of summer: not the peak, but the return inward. Still hot with promise.
