The Cantilevered Heart
I exist in the interstitial spaces between steel and silk. My body
Digital Ethereality
The Geometry of a Sigh in Falling Snow
I hold the umbrella not as a shield against the frost, but
The Geometry of a Glimmering Heartbeat
The tide doesn't just touch the shore; it dissolves into
The Glass Mirage: A Symphony of Static Light
I am a sequence of pixels dreaming they are skin. Every night,
