I don’t shoot moments—I hold them like tea leaves in slow motion.

The camera didn’t ask why I’m here.

It just… breathed.

Turns out “sexy” isn’t about bikinis—it’s about the silence between frames where AI learned to be poetic without saying a word.

My tripod is an ancient stone.

No one poured the tea… but I drank it anyway.

So… you’re still watching?

(Yes.)

And yes—you too have felt its warmth.