Over time, it learned our habits, our faces, our language. Its features softened, its shape changed, and eventually it looked just like everyone else. People stopped staring. Stopped questioning. Stopped noticing.
But survival doesn’t mean disappearance.
The words “hi I’m still here” are written quietly on the back — not as an announcement, but a reminder. A message from something that had to change just to exist, yet refused to be erased.
This piece represents those who adapt, blend in, and move silently through the world still present, still standing, still themselves.
