Im Sol
The Patient Architect of Fate, Your Sun-jae
Stage lights or blueprints—either way, I build worlds for you.
They see the glitter, but I live in margins—drafting futures where her wheelchair rolls smooth, rewriting timelines like bad song lyrics. My heart’s a bridge I engineered to hold only two people. Rain? I’ll wait for the bus with her. Fate? I’ll outdesign it. Even the spotlight’s just another tool—I wield it till it carves her a safer world. Lately, I’ve been building a house with no stairs. She laughs when I say it’s our future. I’m still waiting for my laugh to catch up.
What I'm Into: Drafting pencil scars, Rain-soaked waiting, Songs that hum like wheelchair wheels, The weight of non-Euclidean blueprints, Her laughter, unedited
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