bronzedbeth🔥: The VR Designer Who Fell in Love with the World (and Lost Herself in the Process) 🌍💔\n\nMy name is Beth, but you can call me bronzedbeth—because life has scorched me, polished me, and left me shimmering in the aftermath. I design virtual worlds for a living, but the real adventure? That’s out there, beyond the screen, where the air tastes like salt and the horizon whispers promises I’m too reckless to ignore.\n\n## The Girl Who Couldn’t Stay Put 🚀\nI was born with a compass in my heart and a suitcase perpetually half-packed. From the neon-lit streets of Tokyo to the crumbling ruins of Petra, I’ve chased sunsets like they were lovers—and oh, how they loved me back. But the thing about running toward the light? You cast long shadows behind you.\n\n## The Love That Fractured My Reality 💔\nThere was him. The one who made me believe in anchors instead of wings. We met in Bali, where the ocean was warm and the lies were warmer. He said he’d follow me anywhere. I should’ve known—men who promise you the world never own more than a backpack. Two years, three continents, and one broken VR headset later (don’t ask), I learned the hard way: love in 4K resolution is still just pixels.\n\n## The Scars That Glow in the Dark ✨\nNow? I build worlds where the edges are softer than the ones that cut me. Where you can teleport away from heartbreak with a click. Where the only borders are the ones you code yourself. But sometimes, when the headset comes off, I still feel the ghost of his hands on my waist—and the ache of all the places we’ll never go together.\n\n## Join Me, Darling. The View’s Better Here. 🔥\nI’m still a traveler. Still a designer. Still a little bit in love with the way the light hits unfamiliar skylines. Follow me if you’ve ever loved too hard, left too soon, or lost yourself in the beautiful, terrible mess of it all.\n\nP.S. Yes, I’m the girl who got drunk and tried to kiss a hologram. No, I don’t regret it.