𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞

This face is not a face — it is a mirror of the soul. The flowers bloom where the heart once wept, teaching that even sorrow feeds beauty. The moon rests in the mind, whispering of silence, mystery, and the rhythm of unseen cycles. Two eyes open — one to the world, one to the spirit — reminding us that truth is not only what we see, but also what we feel. The melting clock clings to the face like a fragile memory, showing that time is never ours to hold, only to honor. Each fragment of color, broken yet luminous, teaches that wholeness is born not from perfection, but from the harmony of opposites. This is a physical watercolor painting on cotton paper 5866×8637

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1AzWYBz4j1MSmaVHW1Qva4xzTxG38gSQ5G

Token ID

3