Goddess Amanita

Black surrounds Me like a deliberate choice. Against the darkness, shiny purple and green nails glow even brighter, catching every flicker

Stillness makes you fragile, and cold strips away urgency. I keep the pace slow, the tone controlled, letting tension build without

I give you steps, rhythm, and direction, but never a destination. Progress becomes the point, and stopping feels worse than continuing. As

These nails aren’t for touch or approval they exist to be observed. Light catches on their surface, movement stays slow and intentional,