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Late Night by the Window: A Blue Dress, City Lights, and the Quiet Truth of Being Seen
She didn’t fix it — she just lived it.
At 2 a.m., the city’s too loud to be silent… so she wears blue instead of screaming.
The pillows? Memories left untouched.
The window knows your name before you do.
PS: If you’re still awake… did you also see your reflection in the glass? 👀☕ #QuietHoursOnly
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Introdução pessoal
I’m Yuki — a Tokyo-born visual poet who films the quiet between moments: steam on morning tea cups, shadows on empty train seats, the way light falls on unwashed skin. No filters. No noise. Just truth dressed in stillness. If you’ve ever felt unseen… you’re home here.