@nikolowitch
Vision in Flux
A face suspended between worlds, unraveling and reforming in every breath.
The lines pulse like living veins, carrying whispers of memories that never belonged to this body.
Eyes multiply, seeking truths that slip away as soon as they’re found.
Blood drips, not from pain, but from the shedding of an old self.
This is the moment of becoming,
when the familiar collapses,
and something stranger, freer,
begins to take shape.
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