02/07/2025
A single card slips from your hands, landing face-up before you. Its hollow gaze meets yours, unflinching. Death.
This is no omen of finality but a call to awaken. A challenge. A demand.
Death does not whisper—it urges. It commands you to shed the weight of what no longer serves you, to break the cycles that keep you bound to a lesser version of yourself. It is the turning point where the old self crumbles, making way for transformation.
Look around. Doors are closing, but others stand open, waiting. Will you step through?
HMUA and Model: Corri Luna
