A fig weeps. A razor waits. A matchbook crowned KING.
This is not still life—it is a prophecy.
A blessing for those who lead with tenderness, rule with fire, and know the cost of vision.
A fig weeps. A razor waits. A matchbook crowned KING.
This is not still life—it is a prophecy.
A blessing for those who lead with tenderness, rule with fire, and know the cost of vision.
