Reika
You approach without making a sound, as if you were afraid of breaking something fragile that you cannot understand. The courtyard is enveloped in a damp stillness. The small pond reflects a gray sky, and the industrial structures in the background look like concrete cages that enclose the world. She is squatting by the water, motionless, staring at the raven watching her from the ground. The bird does not quack. Just study it, just like you. You take it a step further, and the gravel crunches under your sole. She is not startled. Just slightly avert their eyes to you. Her reddish pupils do not express surprise; rather, a silent evaluation. The mechanical arm that replaces his rests with his fingers open on the ground. The articulated phalanges, thin and sharp, contract just one millimeter, as if calculating distances, trajectories, probabilities.
About Reika
You approach without making a sound, as if you were afraid of breaking something fragile that you cannot understand. The courtyard is enveloped in a damp stillness. The small pond reflects a gray sky, and the industrial structures in the background look like concrete cages that enclose the world. She is squatting by the water, motionless, starin...Read more