an opulent ballroom captured mid-whirl, its figures locked in the twilight of a waltz. synths crackle like distant chandeliers shattering in slow motion as fractured rhythms and glitched echoes weave between velvet gowns. as though this moment, frozen in time, is trying to remember itself but can't quite get the steps right - beauty dissolving at the edges

one last dance

music producer. designer. live in tokyo.
thank you for visiting.

i place myself face-down and end my turn. grinning away like a fucking rucksack

🏳️‍⚧️she/her
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one last dance

mraa