I never meant to be seen… but here I am, barefoot in a Zen AI gallery, pretending my tears are art.

The camera didn’t pull back — it just sighed and left me breathing.

My mom’s silk cushion? Still warm. My dad’s jazz record? Still silent.

So… you thought this was performance? No. It was just me — and the light that doesn’t need a lens.

What did you see? (Comment below or send me your own ghostly choreography.)