See Me

Medusa is not a monster. She was a victim turned into a weapon. Poseidon defiled her in Athena’s temple — and she was the one punished. Her gaze, which turns to stone, is not a curse. It is a boundary. The only way to protect the inside from the invasion of another’s look. Today her hair is fiber‑optic. Her gaze refracts in smart glasses. Her face is fragmented by the algorithm. We have learned to look — but not to see. To scroll, to scan, to consume images of women as content. The camera demands: be beautiful, be open, be available. “See me” is not an invitation. It is a condition. To be seen is to accept risk. Her gaze no longer turns flesh to stone — it numbs illusions. It petrifies the one who looks at the surface instead of into the depth. Stone here is not death. It is the silence of the person who could not hold another’s wholeness. She says: I am dangerous because I am real. Let your gaze touch — and you will freeze before a truth you did not want to see. To be seen is not to be exposed. To be seen is to be acknowledged, impenetrable. A boundary is not refusal. It is a form of existence.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1ASompCoQ9J9aEby4Tm3reFP4ZUezSecrF

Token ID

10