A body of ink with a memory. Its wind follows your motion — but whatever lingers, settles. While you play, a portrait is quietly fixing itself beneath the turbulence: warmed by your expressions, stirred by your hands, gathered around your face. When you are ready, set it.
The camera feed, your face, your hands — all of it is read on this device and drawn nowhere. No image, frame, or pixel ever leaves this page.
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