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Prompted Beauty
Visual Artist & Storyteller (Design × Poetry)
Prompted Beauty
Visual Artist & Storyteller (Design × Poetry)
Hope - Prompted Beauty
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Prompted Beauty
Oct 13
Where Light Becomes Legacy
She visited his hologram for 18 months. On their last night together, he revealed a secret that would bring water to the desert.
Prompted Beauty
Oct 13
Where Light Becomes Legacy
She visited his hologram for 18 months. On their last night together, he revealed a secret that would bring water to the desert.
Prompted Beauty
Sep 28
The Echo of Duty
A security guard finds a haunted elevator. But the ghost isn't trying to scare him. It's trying to finish its shift.
Prompted Beauty
Sep 28
The Echo of Duty
A security guard finds a haunted elevator. But the ghost isn't trying to scare him. It's trying to finish its shift.
Prompted Beauty
Oct 8
The Lamplighter's Apprentice
Mira found a streetlamp in her mind. She thought it was a secret, until a strange man told her it was a 7-generation-old inheritance.
Prompted Beauty
Oct 8
The Lamplighter's Apprentice
Mira found a streetlamp in her mind. She thought it was a secret, until a strange man told her it was a 7-generation-old inheritance.
Prompted Beauty
Aug 29
The Last Whisper
In a world fading to ash, Lyra carries Faelan—the last whisper of tenderness—toward a light that can outlast endings.
Prompted Beauty
Aug 29
The Last Whisper
In a world fading to ash, Lyra carries Faelan—the last whisper of tenderness—toward a light that can outlast endings.
Prompted Beauty
Sep 14
The Last Frequency
What if connection isn't a voice that answers, but a shared silence? A poem about reaching into the static just to prove we are still here.
Prompted Beauty
Sep 14
The Last Frequency
What if connection isn't a voice that answers, but a shared silence? A poem about reaching into the static just to prove we are still here.