© Mua Janet Mariscal

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look’d down to Camelot.
Lord Tennyson from The Lady of Shalott

There is a time when, finally, she must be drawn out of her confinement.

Model – Khrystyana Kazakova