Karina in reflection—mirrors, water surfaces, glowing city lights at night, fragments of choreography slowed to 0.8x, close-ups of her eyes with digital glitches bleeding through. (Spoken / Whispered intro – layered over rain and distant synth) They told me I was perfect. But perfect things don't bleed. Perfect things don't dream of breaking.
I built a god from porcelain and code, Painted smiles in the static glow. Every mirror asks the same cold question— Are you real, or just a beautiful projection? karina pmvhaven
You see the crown, but not the fracture. You hear the voice, not the silence after. I'm holding myself together with wires and grace, But there's a ghost in the data, wearing my face. Perfect things don't dream of breaking
One day, I'll delete the mirror. Until then… Watch me beautifully disappear. You see the crown, but not the fracture
Melancholic, ethereal, cinematic. Think strings, soft piano, reversed reverb, and a low, pulsating bass drop that never quite explodes—just swells and retreats like a held breath.