타오르는 정적
(ignition—bitter velvet) through the electric hum of a city that never sleeps, she bleeds into the frame — a silhouette carved from wild silk and high-octane fuel. her stare, sharp as broken glass reflecting the sunrise. draped in echoes rather than threads, she is the static between radio stations. engines roar like mechanical prayers, and she? she is the spark — where the asphalt burns, where hearts race at the green light.
⚡️. her chaos
is the only rhythm worth following.