I didn’t set out to photograph beauty—I just wanted to catch the silence that forgot its name.

Turns out the NFTs weren’t selling… they were breathing.

My lens? It’s not a camera—it’s my grandmother’s teacup left in Dali’s mist.

No makeup. No filters.

Just one frame of stillness holding space for dignity while my cat judges me for clicking too loud at dawn.

You know what this moment stole from you?

Comment section: fight me with your quietest selfie.