Leaves pirouetted through the air like dancers bowing out of an endless performance. Their finale wasn’t grief—it was grace, a last, twirling rebellion against the inevitability of soil. Watching them fall, I thought: even farewells can look like celebration when we choose to see the art in letting go.

Designing isn’t what I do, it’s who I am.

Unreal vibes in one frame Is this what peace looks like?

An aesthetic that defines true simplicity

Silence hiding behind stained language doors now.

Silence broke ribs trying to hold this caption.

Caption threw vowels like grenades in confession booths.