In the aftermath of glory undone, even angels bow their heads. This piece captures the stillness between the fall and the reckoning—a...
Every gaze tells a story—except when the eyes are gone. A commentary on curated identity, silenced perception, and the delicious danger of...
He folds into himself, not in fear, but in reckoning. The fire that consumes him is not seen but felt— a silent inferno fed by memory...