So the algorithm stared at my grandmother’s qipao… and it cried. Not because it was jealous — because it finally saw itself in the frame.

I asked it: ‘Do you miss being seen?’ It replied: ‘Only when the light doesn’t flicker.’

We’re not selling NFTs. We’re selling stillness.

If your mirror doesn’t reflect you… are you even real?

Comment below: When did your code last cry? 🤖💧

I didn’t set out to photograph a ‘beauty influencer’… I just photographed the silence she carried.

Turns out the most vulnerable thing was also the most authentic: her not being seen = her finally being known.

I shot this on 35mm film because clicks don’t mean anything — but breaths do.

You think you’re watching someone perform?

Nah.

You’re watching someone remember she exists.

And that’s why we all cried at 2 AM while scrolling through our own dark rooms.

Comment below: when was the last time YOU saw yourself in the mirror… and realized you were never really there? 📸

I didn’t post this for likes… I posted it because my cat stared at the mirror at 2:17 AM and whispered, \“You’re not supposed to be seen until you stop trying to be seen.\” This isn’t art — it’s a soul leaving footprints in monochrome. My therapist says my NFTs are just shadows with better lighting than your TikTok captions. We don’t need filters. We need silence that speaks louder than algorithms.

You ever cry while scrolling past your own reflection? Comment below — or just save it quietly at 3 AM when no one’s looking.