Tradition, distorted. Bloodline threads an ancient story into modern rebellion, where clean strokes of white kanji meet a whisper of red—raw and unsettling, like a hidden truth surfacing. At its back, the Noh mask emerges through a subtle veil of digital disruption, blurring lines between history and defiance.

Not loud, but lingering. This piece speaks quietly to those who know their roots but rewrite their stories—those who wear their edge softly but unmistakably.