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Identityisadelicateveilonethatslipswhennightfalls.

Inaworldobsessedwithsurfaces,wemovebeyondthemask,wheretheselffracturesintomystery,art,andpurpose.

Nocturnalsarebornindarknessnotofshadow,butofclarity.

Wearethosewhodriftbetweenmoments,wheresilenceislouderthannoise,andformisjustanechoofwhatwas.

Inthestillnessofthenight,weawaken,nottobeseen,buttorememberwhatitmeanstoexistwithoutdefinition.

Eachpiecewecreateisasymbolofthevoidreshapedasecondskinforthefacelesswanderer.

Werisewhentheworldsleeps,movingthroughhiddenthresholdswheretimewarpsandmeaningbends.

Here,tohavenofaceisnottolackidentityitistorefuselimitation.

Wearefearlessintheabsenceofform,devotedtothespacesin-between,thequestionsthatremainunanswered.

Thenightisours,andwithit,adreamworldnotgovernedbylight,butbypresencebythegravityofsoulsmoonlitandeternal.

Wedonotchaselegacy.Webecomeit.

Thisisnotfashion.Thisisritual.

Thisisnotimage.Thisisessence.

Acommunionofbeingswhochoosetowalkbeyondidentity,beyondrealitynottovanish,buttotranscend.