Introspection

Grief learned my face. It knows the curve of my smile, the little spark behind my eyes when, for just a moment, I forget. It waits. Coiled beneath my skin, slithering through the spaces between expression and emotion, pretending it belongs there. And when joy begins to rise, when laughter escapes before I can stop it, grief lifts its head. A whisper. A tightening in my chest. A memory I didn't invite. And suddenly my eyes are red again. People think the tears mean I am still broken. They don't understand. Grief isn't trying to break me. It is simply watching, waiting, learning every path back to the place where I miss you. And sometimes, I hate that it knows me so well. Created with one of my custom AI LoRAs during a time of grief.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1LiKtTrtmqxqAz4ttd2j7jNtEqkAVyVa7E

Token ID

3