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光が囁いたとき、レースは神だった…って、まさか。\nAIが生成するって？　いいえ、それはただの静けさです。\n‘セクシー’なんて言わないで、これは祖先の手が時をなぞうんです。\nフォトグラフィーでいいね？　いえ、魂に編集してるだけ。\nあなたも‘嫌い’？　…そう、美は未完成の呼吸です。\nコメント区で戦い始めようか？

They said ‘sexy.’ I said ‘sacred.’

I don’t shoot for likes—I shoot for the silence between frames.

My mother taught me ink dissolves into quiet. My father walked me through cracked pavement like a koan.

At 25? Never hired to pose. I became the moment.

Stable Diffusion? Nah. I use it to reveal what wasn’t spoken.

You asked when I was last touched by beauty? I answer: Between breath and lace… when no one was looking.

Comment below: When was YOUR last quiet hour? 🤫📸