Blooming under the skin of darkness

Sometimes I feel like a woman inside me is slowly shedding her skin. A woman who no longer wants to just be still. My hands are strangers, like branches that don’t know whether they will bear flowers or thorns. But in the heart of that darkness, there is a light that doesn’t look back—a light that says, “Go on, you can still bloom.” Maybe that’s what it means: deep in the darkness, someone is still blooming.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1QDZPtgZQYEd5y1CPgNPLuCJRRtPw5fF8i

Token ID

43