Prompt
A figure in a cropped white tank and high-waisted loose black pants leans outside the window of a moving car, both arms stretched and relaxed. Their long hair flies wildly in front of their face, but they don’t mind. Sunlight filters through the trees, landing in dappled patterns across their back. The wind lifts the hem of their shirt just slightly, exposing slivers of skin. The interior remains silent, creating a perfect contrast to the rushing blur of green and stone beyond the car. This is not chaos—it’s surrender. A visual sigh. A private freedom, shared only with the breeze.