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This piece is an abstract meditation on the roots of thinking —

fluid, tangled, sometimes volcanic.”

What if skin was canvas, and symbols bloomed from the hips? What if softness was power, and heels were altars?

This is where sensuality becomes myth. This is where the feminine speaks in symbols. Find more rituals, rhythms, and raw tenderness — ↳ OnlyFans.com/daiza.noir

🌺 Sacred eroticism 🌿 Feminine ritual 🔥 Body as myth

Acrylic vortex of thought — where chaos meets flow, and silence grows between the strokes.

Her shape holds memory. Her body — a vessel of rhythm, desire, and origin. She is not soft. She is sacred.

This is not just a symbol — it’s a pulse. A sensual architecture of blood, root, and myth.

"Touch of the Unseen"

A hand reaching through the veil -

toward a body made of echoes and light.

Between us, the boundaries blur.

(Illustration for my upcoming mythopoetic art book)

They say that in Scythian times,

when earth and body were not yet divided,

seven Goddesses walked among the steppe people.

They had no names — only essence.

Sometimes they came as wind,

sometimes as flame-shadow,

sometimes — as memory in the heart of a woman.

This is one of them.

Golden, faceless, and full of meaning.

A whisper from a world where myth and blood are one.

She doesn't cast spells — she becomes one. In her silence, seeds awaken. In her darkness, memory breathes. She is the soil and the moon, the spell and the wound.

🖤 Acrylic and mixed media, by Daiza Noir.

Where form folds into memory and gravity obeys no one. A silent dance of ink — a ritual of the unseen.

Each line holds a fragment of something unspoken.

What does your inner echo whisper tonight?