There's a room you haven't let yourself live in yet. I build that one.
let the ache show you where the door is
I work with what's real.
In spaces. In systems.
In people tired of performing what
they're supposed to feel.
...
for what still pulses under the scar
Enter the Archive
Trace the Flame
Choose your path
Trace the Flame
For what still lives -- even if it was never named. This is where it speaks.
Enter the Room
Because beauty isn't a surface -- it's a nervous system act of remembering
Don't just collect the wisdom. Let it haunt you into becoming.
enter like the ache already belongs to you
