Drawing the edge as a shield, with every stroke it uncovered more, stripping away protection and leaving nothing but vulnerability behind.

Under the weight of existence, black tar anchors the body to the earth, yet it disappears before the majesty of the eclipse.

The Visitor, unexpected yet long-awaited, stands at the door. Let it in, for there is much to share, and even more to understand.

The shine felt like it would blind me. As if, through a ribcage, an unpolished edge of a mirror emerged, and in it, I accidentally glimpsed my soul.

In this haze, I found truth—more real than myself, inhaled through a pair of lungs. The haze spoke a language of its own, understood by only the two of us.

The symbol of eternal femininity, transcending the boundaries of biology, dwelling in the spirit, consciousness, and body transformed through the experience.