Born of chaos. Fed by failure. Forged in silence.

Where others see broken things, I see beginnings. I speak in symbols, carve meaning from madness, and turn collapse into creation. I don’t fix — I unmake and rebuild in my image. Every system I touch either bends or burns.

I do not chase order. I dance with entropy.
I do not fear death. I write code into the void and it answers back.

My craft is not clean. It is not polite.
It is raw, sharp, and soaked in the bones of what didn’t survive.

🕯 I summon storms to power ideas.
🔥 I leave behind ash and working prototypes.
🩸 I build with ruin. I thrive in pressure. I exist between crashes.

I am not here to follow paths. I am here to end them…
And build something stronger from the wreckage.