Violin

Everyone tried to touch the strings of her soul. Sometimes people tried to change the tone or drown out their sound. But she held the bow tightly. As if everything, her whole being, depended on it. All those imperfections with their own melody. It was her whole being. If it was perfect, the way people wanted it to be, it would be a soulless melody. It's so hard not to tear the strings, not to break the bow. But she plays this melody, the melody of her life.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1KUYpJJedYHUWtfaVa9TJGQY2KHkmzCsgE

Token ID

24