Seeing

Look at me. Not with your eyes— but with whatever is left when words are no longer enough. There are things living inside me that have never learned how to speak. So they became eyes. They became silence. They became tears that never found the courage to fall. You may hear me, and still never know what I mean. You may see me, and still never see me at all. Perhaps that is the cruelest part of being human: to carry an entire ocean inside you while the world only asks why your eyes look so heavy. Digital hand painting

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1QtwUiLdmXMxBbUtJdBguABZ2xUG47b26F

Token ID

26