Dear Siren, I exist until I repeat ‘I need, I want, I crave’. 

Desire is an art.




Transcendent redemption, 

fragmented re-construction



Fragment after fragment, 

every moment is a Chameleon Temple.



Silent future ideology, 

not-yet-reborn Truths



The deepest wine is for the ones 

who hear their own primordial howl.



Dark genius, 

even darker prima materia



Turn your Soul into a work of art, 

dare to become your own exotic myth.



Melting depression, 

re-emerging seduction



Abstract art loves to discover something raw, 

something never-felt-before.



Unexpected work of art, 

unlike any other elevator