Tremor

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(Dim lighting. A body under tension. Speaks slowly. Looks at you, or maybe at herself.)It wasn’t light.(smirks, but without joy)Not all transformations shine.Some…smell like rust,like confinement,like skin peeling off in slow defiance.(Touches her arm, as if something is growing beneath it.)I trembled.Not from fear.I trembled the way things doright before they stop being what they were.There were cracks.Yes.But they weren’t wounds.They were... mouths.Mouths opening on my body,saying what I never said.What no one wanted to hear.(Walks, shoulders low, a weight.)I mutated.But not into a butterfly,not into something new and beautiful.I became somethingthat breathes through clenched teeth.That chews on its own shadow.(Long pause. Looks straight ahead.)It wasn’t redemption.It was truth.And truth,when it arrives late,doesn’t ask for permission.(Longer pause. She straightens up.)No one saw me change.But believe me…I wear a different skin now.And it pulses.It pulses with rage.It pulses with memory.-----------------------------------|Digital composition created from scanned photos and destroyed pixels.2025

Chain

Base · 0

Contract

KT1KQM…6wP1

Token ID

#2

Token standard

ERC-721