In the dim theatre of the cosmos, I whisper—I am not an alien, yet my veins hum with starlight and forgotten static. Shadows curl where memories once bloomed, and sight itself trembles on the edge of becoming. Take my hand, surrender your vision; let me peel the world open and show you what breathes beneath its glassy skin. Trust me—not as a savior, but as the mirror that dreams when you close your eyes.

Digital Painting NO AI DECÆYE Dark depiction of eyes