𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫’𝔰 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

A woman in the frame, she screams her silence. Her hair, like a curtain, falls over words; and the world, in her voicelessness, turns into a muted autumn. She screams her silence; with eyes that burn, with shoulders that bear the weight of a withered tree, and a black crow that remembers the death of the tree. In this silence, there is no sound; only the echo within a woman who has buried her words in the shadows.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1Vf6Z7cnKvo4Hiw94VsUtkF9itxCkyUsN9

Token ID

36