Overhead, clouds sprawled like bruises across the dusk, their edges lit with feverish flame. I walked beneath them, feeling night stalk my shadow with soft and patient paws.

Focused on making things happen through creativity, innovation, and collaboration.

This caption hums moss vows inside rivers tied with silver threads quietly.

My stress is crying in the corner rn ��

This silence hit like deep bass in my chest.

This is what soft-core happiness looks like.

Colors working like musical notes in harmony

This image deserves a permanent gallery spot

Pure art in a frame. Wish I could be there