In the midst of dampened shadow walls, I emerge.
-The pressure between the balance.
MONOLOGUES
OF EIGHTY-NINE.
“I’m currently staining the floor and hanging the shadows. Feel free to wander the halls — but mind the wet ink.”
EST. 1989 // STEP SOFTLY
The Crucible
"We are architects of our own avoidance. Here, we stop building walls and start dismantling them. If you are looking for comfort and a pat on the back, this is not for you. This space is for the ones who are tired of their own shit and the weight of the shit around them. If you are ready to move with **integrity**, with **calculation**, and with the raw intent to heal—then come on through. The ink is wet, and the shadows are waiting."
When you are falling...
Stop reaching for the safety net. Here, we don’t just poke at shadows; we acknowledge their right to exist.
This is a deliberate navigation through a dystopian landscape—not to find a way to fit in, but to find the frequency that is entirely, unapologetically yours.
If you are tired of the surface, let the descent begin.
Well, the hole gets deeper
For the visual fragments, the short films, and the daily shifts—find me at @xocosmicgigglesxo
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🎨 The Vision: Art and short films unfolding on Instagram.
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🎥 The Motion: Cinematic fragments and new work via Sora.
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🎶 The Sound: Sonic experiments and music on Suno.
Unfolding one uncomfortable masterpiece at a time.
Stay because you can't leave.
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