Six. that's me. a number, not a name.
endless months of counting in my cell.
not a prison, but it feels like one.
numbers became walls. safety. certainty.
in a world where words lie and laws bend,
1 + 1 = 2 became my only truth.
words became numbers. numbers became colors. sounds.
encoded on-chain. permanent. yours to decode.
but in tearing myself apart to find the WHY,
I found her again.
m. the chaos Six couldn't encode.
Six & m. the dance between system and chaos.
Six counts. encodes. transforms words into colors, sounds, on-chain permanence.
m screams. refuses the algorithm. black-white-red snapshots of life in all its shades.
music keeps me alive. the wolf keeps me fighting.