Before form, a presence remains.
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Held within steel, the sculptor wrests the presence from its own flesh.
Every mark leaves a trace that steel can never erase.
These wounds open a passage for the presence toward its form.
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Nothing yields without resistance.
What was meant to be worn is no longer meant to be.
The presence takes the form of the stiletto, freeing it from any wearer.
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The presence now asserts itself in a form of its own.
Its origin no longer defines it.
Steel can no longer contain what demands to exist.
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Through this double liberation, the presence is wrested from matter.
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THIS IS WHERE EVERYTHING BEGINS
A precense torn from matter, freed from all flesh.
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