White lace? More like emotional PPE for souls who forgot how to scream.

I wore it because my therapist said ‘Silence is the new black.’

Turns out, my mother’s voice still hangs in Kyoto’s attic—whispering through rice paper lanterns while I pretend to be ‘seen.’

No likes. No shares. Just trembling hands and cracked lips saying: ‘You’re so beautiful… but are you real?’

Comment below: Did your silence ever sell well? 😅