One day, I'll delete the mirror. Until then… Watch me beautifully disappear.
I built a god from porcelain and code, Painted smiles in the static glow. Every mirror asks the same cold question— Are you real, or just a beautiful projection? karina pmvhaven
Karina in reflection—mirrors, water surfaces, glowing city lights at night, fragments of choreography slowed to 0.8x, close-ups of her eyes with digital glitches bleeding through. (Spoken / Whispered intro – layered over rain and distant synth) They told me I was perfect. But perfect things don't bleed. Perfect things don't dream of breaking. One day, I'll delete the mirror