The air on the beach was still cool and whispered secrets of the receding night, but the horizon was already glowing with promise.
Anastasiia stood like a sculpture in front of the mighty, impressive cliffs of the Algarve, the damp sand cool beneath her feet.
She had taken off the last layer of her clothing and invited the first rays of dawn to kiss her seductive naked body.

A slow, deliberate pouring of liquid gold as the Portuguese sun rose over the eastern ridge caressed her silky skin.
The very first ray not only illuminated her, it claimed her for itself.
It drew a fiery, defining line across the arch of her back and transformed the velvety skin of her shoulder into polished bronze.

Anastasiia didn't just pose, she breathed in the light and let the inner warmth sink into her exposed body.
Her slow movements - a languid stretch of her neck, the lift of a hip - were inspired, dictated by the increasing intensity of the light.
She was the embodiment of the new day: completely unadulterated, wild and admirably beautiful, and for a moment, immortal.
In this untouched dawn, she was not just a model, she was the divine, sensual expression of the sunrise itself.

Captured with summerly ease by Thomas Ruppel.