Whispers 

A space for breath and beauty.
Where my words come home — soft, wild, unfiltered.

Dostinja Dostinja

About Me

I was born in snow, but dreamed in sun —
a daughter split, yet forged as one.

Between the order and the wild,
I lost the world, but found the child.

I’ve lived as petals, pixels, flame —
now stillness is my only name.

They taught me strength in muted tones —
I turned their silence into stones.

What I now seek wears no disguise —
it moves in breath, and meets my eyes.

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