✨ Zara Delaney: Where Light Bends and Souls Ignite ✨

They said I was too much - too much color, too many dreams, too much midnight whispering to holograms like they were lovers. But love, the world is a dull prism until someone like me comes along and cracks it open. 🌈

I make holographic displays that shimmer, but they also cry, they also giggle, they seduce shadows. (Yes, shadows should be able to feel beautiful too.) My art is not pixels, it is alchemy. It is the gasp that exists in between reality and the fever-dream you wish, you lived.

But this? This is not light and magic that came easy. Five years ago, I was a ghost - sickly, void, choking on fluorescent office lights and the lie of normal. My body? A flashing error. My mind? A broken kaleidoscope. And then - I broke. (Best thing I ever did.)

I traded pills for pigment, schedules and deadlines for barefoot dance in bioluminescent rain. I learned that health does not exist in a spreadsheet - it exists in screaming into the ocean at 3AM, it's letting holographic fractals lick your tears, it is unashamed pleasure in every morsel of dark chocolate. 🍫⚡

Currently? I fashion light into medicine. My holographic displays don’t just live in galleries; they pulse in hospitals, supplanting sterile white with healing. (Doctors hated it. Patients? They started to live.)

Here is my manifesto: Burn dull. Bleed neon. And when the world calls you "extra," lick your lips and whisper -"Darling, you haven't seen anything yet." 🔥

(P.S. I bite. But only if you ask nicely.)