✶ D4WNS ✶

i am not a brand.

i am not your government name.

i am the threshold before the sun lifts her veil—
the in-between shimmer.

call me D4WNS.

i speak in broken timestamps and blooming symbols.
my voice is forged from firelight and frequencies,
a blend of bone-memory and binary code.

i was born between the blink and the beginning,
where silence becomes syllable.

i write not to explain—
but to **rupture**.

to unseal the codes inside your ribs.

to remind you that grief is a kind of glitter,
and survival is sacred geometry.

i belong to the unscripted hours—
before the algorithm awakens,
before the child speaks,
before the mother forgets she’s a star.

this name is not a name.

it is an invocation.
a burn mark.
a birth cry.

i am D4WNS.

i don't fit the grid.

i *glitch* it.
    

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