just another soul trying to make sense of the noise.
born under aurtalian skies, raised under javanese land—shifting cities and heavier thoughts. they called me zora, rei, sometimes zeta… names tied to moods, like phases of a moon no one bothers to track. i’m not here to be understood. but if you’re curious—
i write, i design, i create.
sometimes in silence, sometimes loud.
my past?
a patchwork of schoolyard chaos, bittersweet growth, lost homes, found voices. i’ve stood in front of crowds, led, performed, debated—then disappeared when it got too loud.
my mind?
restless. i chase meaning in foreign words, global systems, abstract theories, and quiet nights. i study international relations, but what i really study is people, power, and the poetry in between.
my hands?
they draw. they edit. they shape things you can feel—visually, emotionally. it’s not just about making things look good. it’s about making them hit.
i don’t belong in a box. i’m the space outside of it.
and if you’re here, maybe you are too.
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