In the swell of noise, a face—fractured, melts into mirrored echoes.Stars scatter, symbols collide, truth flickers like static.What is seen distorts, what is known dissolves.Between chaos and calm, the self shifts, reborn in fragments.
- Medium
- TEZOS
- Year
- —
- Contract
- KT1RKi…pdzN
- Token ID
- #7
- Media
- View on IPFS
