I erased the versions of myself that tried too hard to exist. What’s left isn’t an image or a brand, it’s residue. A frequency that learned to speak. This mark doesn’t represent me; it remembers me. The human part fades in and out, but the signal stays, quiet, restless, real. I’m not trying to become anything anymore. I’m just returning to the space between sound and silence, where I’ve always been. Nothing to prove. Nothing to perform. Just vibration, stripped of the need to be seen.