Here lie the words that were never meant to be heard. Buried, encrypted, transformed into silver, fabric and form. Every collection begins as a confession. Every piece carries a secret it will never reveal.
GRAIN DE RIZ
They call me grain de riz. They say it’s not racist, just a nickname.
SUCCUBE
I stopped asking to be loved. I learned to be wanted.
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