Paper birds

I don't have a face, but I don't need one either. I see through what I feel inside me, a window open to the ethereal. I don't look with my eyes, but with my soul, and what I perceive cannot be captured with words. Paper birds flutter around me, light, fragile, like thoughts that have not yet found their destination. Maybe I am one of them, suspended in an instant of doubt and beauty, waiting for the breath of wind to take me on my next flight.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1W5TeXqyHdQPvMZDQ1ac7DLaPZsZbKgsu6

Token ID

1