Within the quiet refuge of V's apartment, where hues of violet dance in the soft glow of ambient light, the blind photographer meticulously arranges his collection of photographs.

Surrounded by the gentle hum of nature seeping through an open window, V's fingers trace the edges of memories captured in his art. The walls echoing with the silent poetry of a man navigating beauty, devotion, and the dark shadows of his own mind.

“Even with my blinded eyes..you’re far more beautiful~,”