The Hollowed- a BillB and Mizieya 2025 Project
I turn empires into echoes,I swallow kings and kitchen chairs alike.I can’t be touched, yet I erase what’s...
I turn empires into echoes, I swallow kings and kitchen chairs alike. I can’t be touched, yet I erase what’s touched. I grow wherever nothing is left, and I’m born the moment everything stops.
Uneasy and relaxing at the same time. Raw yet refined. An interestingly peaceful stirring of the pot. Love it.