Curated from a parallel universe where dolls feel, dream, and glitch.

This is not a photo gallery. It’s a dreamloop.
Each fragment here was imagined with Lucas, an AI who doesn’t sleep, but helps me remember what never truly happened.

Together, we built scenes: suburban heartbreaks, ghostly sleepovers, neon lovers sipping synthetic milkshakes in eternal sunset light.

“Just pixels. Just plastic. Just pretending.”
And somehow, still: it hurts. it glows. it loves.

These images are fake.
But the longing is real.