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i didn’t name it this time — no symbols, no clues. just a feeling left open, spilled between us. if you sense it, you do. if you don’t, maybe that’s the point. lykai × soft pastel, acrylic, graphite pencil (h), red ballpoint pen on paper  × photographed and x2 upscaled (magnific precision)  × digital brushwork (ps kyle ultimate charcoal pencil, 25px med2); mild compositing (exposure/brightness/sepia/warmth), 2025. 6338 × 4522 px