Flit Ulrik - Agent Orange
Yeah I wish this was vertigo, it just feels like I'm falling slow
Flit's gaze lingers, peering across the stark expanse of the desolate wasteland, haunted by the echoes of a marketplace that once thrummed with life, drawing in the curious and the adventurous from far and wide. These days, a solitary vulture, gliding ominously above, is her only regular companion. Encounters with another soul, alive and breathing, are as rare as finding coal.
Her days are consumed with the relentless pursuit of survival, combing through the remnants of a forgotten era, her hands tirelessly gathering the glinting fragments of scrap. Each piece, a beacon of hope, a currency for the future. Amidst the unforgiving cycle of the season of withering, she amasses her treasure, dreaming of the day she can barter at the next bazaar.
Her spirit is tested, her strength waning, but Flit clings to life with a fierce tenacity. Will she cross the fissure and survive to see another day? Only time, as harsh and relentless as the wasteland itself, will tell.
♫ ♬ ♫ ♪ ♩ NEEDTOBREATHE - Wasteland
CREDITS
Dura-B111
Miu - Emely denims
Semller Worn Canvas Hi Tops Festival Edt. Black
POLYDOLL / oversize bomber
[ west end ] Pose Stand - Male Collection 122
Yeah I wish this was vertigo, it just feels like I'm falling slow
Flit's gaze lingers, peering across the stark expanse of the desolate wasteland, haunted by the echoes of a marketplace that once thrummed with life, drawing in the curious and the adventurous from far and wide. These days, a solitary vulture, gliding ominously above, is her only regular companion. Encounters with another soul, alive and breathing, are as rare as finding coal.
Her days are consumed with the relentless pursuit of survival, combing through the remnants of a forgotten era, her hands tirelessly gathering the glinting fragments of scrap. Each piece, a beacon of hope, a currency for the future. Amidst the unforgiving cycle of the season of withering, she amasses her treasure, dreaming of the day she can barter at the next bazaar.
Her spirit is tested, her strength waning, but Flit clings to life with a fierce tenacity. Will she cross the fissure and survive to see another day? Only time, as harsh and relentless as the wasteland itself, will tell.
♫ ♬ ♫ ♪ ♩ NEEDTOBREATHE - Wasteland
CREDITS
Dura-B111
Miu - Emely denims
Semller Worn Canvas Hi Tops Festival Edt. Black
POLYDOLL / oversize bomber
[ west end ] Pose Stand - Male Collection 122