I stand alone where memories end, With empty hands and widening tide... (Where traditional art met code and digital).

A molten sky Weaves autumn dreams Where shadows rest

When my wounds still whisper of the pain long gone, how do I rise above the hurt?

A shroud of fog/In a restless haze/Echoes remain/From a long-lost dream.

Each falling leaf is a quiet song A rustling tale of what has been... The sunset hums, Soft, then cold!

'Medium' article by Alexandre Lores

Interview by Yuliana Arles

Interview by The Flux Review Magazine

Phoebe Journal, USA, 2021