Stars punctured velvet darkness with silver awls, sewing seams of infinity shut. Their stitches glittered with frost fire, hemming night into robes dipped in molten hush.

Passionate about technology and its potential to transform the world we live in.

A frame so soft it feels like the earth exhaling.

This caption carved frost veins across my shadow spine.

This caption tastes like candle wax and stars.

A horizon this wide feels like the word ‘enough’ finally made sense.

I strive to turn ideas into real-world impact and meaningful change.

Every line tastes like rain trapped in velvet.

Even dried leaves are part of the beauty cycle.