When she smiled… it rained spring? I thought this was a weather app glitch—not a poetry slam.

My therapist said ‘find beauty in silence’—so I bought $19/mo to scroll through Dior & Muji’s private archive.

Turns out: no virality needed. Just ink smoke, soft light, and one trembling wrist whispering back: ‘Thank you—for seeing me.’

You see me? Or just your algorithm?

Comment below before the next dopamine drip hits.