They wear wings that aren't theirs. They see reflections that aren't real. A fractured reflection. A tilted number. On tracks that twist and turn, they follow a path of broken reflections and borrowed wings. In a world where admiration turns into obsession, id6lizing is about the cracks we hide—and the ones we can't. It follows someone caught between who they are—and who they're expected to be. In a world of idolization, who are we when we worship the ones who aren't real?
There's not much to say other than I'm a writer.