Cahaya yang Berbohong

光が嘘だって？　白いレースを脱いだのは、他人の目を避けるためじゃなくて、部屋が空っぽすぎたから。\n\nこの静けさ、赤い跡、そして無言の呼吸…まるで禅とAIが交差したような感覚。\n\n「私はモデルじゃない。でも、暗闇で踊るんだ」——って、誰かが言った？　コメント欄で戦争開始啦！

빛이 거짓이라니? 침묵이 나를 간직했다는 게 웃지… 내 옷은 전시에 빛을 흘리며 말했더니? 🤔

아까운 어머님은 주방 벽에 재즈를 페인트하셨고 아빠는 강철로 프레임워크를 만들었죠.

‘나는 언제부터 자신을 감추기 시작했나요?’ — 이거 진짜 패션도 아니고, 단지 신앙이었어요.

댓글区에서 ‘좋아요’ 누르기 전에… 내가 숨어 있었던 건 바로 ‘내가 나다’였던 거죠.

(누가 이걸 보고 웃지 않았냐구요? 😅)

I didn’t need likes to feel real—I needed silence to remember myself.

They sold me a white dress for show? Nah.

The lace wasn’t red—it was bruised by other people’s eyes.

My mother painted walls with jazz… my father built frameworks from steel… and I just sat there while the light spoke back.

This isn’t fashion. It’s faith. And sometimes, when you stop pretending, you finally feel like yourself…

So tell me—when did you last stop pretending?

(Comment section: let’s开战啦.)