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Identity & Belonging

A soft-lit figure kneels in a misty garden, placing petals into the soil. Around them: scattered journals, old film reels, and children's drawings—symbols of memory, emotion, and growth. The scene feels gentle, in-between, and becoming.

A soft-lit figure kneels in a misty garden, placing petals into the soil. Around them: scattered journals, old film reels, and children's drawings—symbols of memory, emotion, and growth. The scene feels gentle, in-between, and becoming.

Who I Build From

I’m not building for anyone. I’m building from the parts of me that were once overlooked—soft, scattered, emotional—and from everyone who’s still becoming. Withering Gardens is not about solving problems. It’s about making space for reflection, tenderness, and truth.

May 22, 20252 min read

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