CROMIA

CROMIA , ARIANNA DE BLANCK.
The world reflects itself without ever revealing what it truly is.

Chromed surfaces breathe a cold, seductive light, almost flesh-like in their allure.
Burnt knowledge turns into invisible ash beneath the metallic shine, while desire takes the shape of something that cannot be touched without distorting it.

Everything is image. Everything is echo.

And within the perfect reflection, truth disappears — leaving only the beauty of what no longer belongs to anyone.