Wicked
growing up lonely, i learned that stories were the only thing keeping me alive. i used to dream of holding a three-dimensional fairy tale in my hands.
wicked is that dream come to life.
as a quiet child, i discovered that the only joy this world could offer me was found in my own imagination. i built infinite, vibrant universes inside my head.
wicked feels like the heartbeat of those worlds.
as a timid child, i would lie awake at night, dreaming of standing in the spotlight, of moments where i could defy gravity. the child who once wished for a life beneath the western skies whispers thank you.
yes, it’s me 💚🩷