Eight Stories Written in Ink — Where Power Pain Freedom and Beauty Live on the Skin

A dragon across the back — power, patience, and fire in one breath.

Part human, part machine — built from scars and survival.

Wrapped in a serpent — not to trap me, but to protect me.

Hands dressed in darkness — every touch leaves a spell behind.

Wings along the spine — because freedom starts at the bones.

Alt ink, loud energy — the kind of beauty that doesn’t ask to be liked.

She wears her chaos beautifully — like ink was made for her skin.

Elegance, but make it permanent — a storm resting on her back.