Visual Artist & Storyteller (Design × Poetry)
14 Aug 2025 4 minute read 0 comments Prompted Beauty
Click to animate A short story, born from this animation. The morning finds me the way it always has these past seven years: rooted to this spot like some cursed oak, my feet having long forgotten the language of movement. But today feels different...
9 Aug 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Prompted Beauty
Click to animate A short story, born from this animation. He is not a man, not really. He is a rumour of a man, a smudge of charcoal and haste sketched against the city's perpetual twilight. His suit isn't woven from fabric but from urgent whispers...
5 Aug 2025 2 minute read 0 comments Prompted Beauty
Click to animate A short story, born from this animation. The app called itself 'Veritas'. A silly, pretentious name he’d found scrolling through some obscure corner of the web. It promised one thing: to strip away the lies of light and shadow, to...
3 Aug 2025 2 minute read 0 comments Prompted Beauty
Click to animate A short story, born from this animation. The emptiness had a hum. A low, synthetic drone that vibrated from the floor, through the soles of her boots, and settled in the hollow space where a soul should be. It was the same frequenc...
2 Aug 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Prompted Beauty
Click to animate A short story, born from this animation. The liquid that cradled her was not water. It was warmer, thicker, like liquid data, humming with a silent, electric pulse. Elara had named it the ‘Crimson Stream’ in her mind. It felt like...
27 Jul 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Prompted Beauty
Click to animate The rain in Neo-Kyoto wasn’t water. It was a hemorrhage of data, crimson streams bleeding from the sky-bound servers that choked the stars. It slicked the permacrete alleys and painted Elara’s face in the colour of a fresh wound. T...
13 Jul 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Prompted Beauty
Click to animate The desert did not sleep. It listened,its billion grains of silica a vast and patient ear.Above, the great celestial nerve — the spine of night —hissed with the static of forgotten stars.The stones, old theologians of entropy,had c...
