about Elyoshi.
You won’t see my face here.
But you’ll feel me.
In the silence between the words.
In the dirt-lined edges of every image.
In the symbols that clawed their way out of dreams
and asked to be remembered.
Elyoshi was born when everything else fell away.
Hi!
Once, I was a woman running a digital empire. Fast. Fierce. On fire.But beneath the surface, I was overstimulated, unraveling.My autistic nervous system whispered , but I didn’t listen—until it collapsed.
Burn-out. Depression.
Then betrayal—my company stolen from within.
I lost my business. My home. My voice.
I had to sell everything I owned, ended up living in the woods.
But from the wreckage, something ancient stirred.
A remembering.
Of the child I used to be—
who spoke to flowers, who trusted numbers,
who dreamed in archetypes and wrote stories to survive.
I followed her footsteps back to the Earth.
And there, barefoot in the woods, Elyoshi was born.
Not as a person, but as a pulse.
A faceless artist made of poetry, nature photography, and soul-coded symbols and natural patterns.
No algorithms. No performance. Just presence.
I lost my business. My home. My voice.
I had to sell everything I owned, ended up living in the woods.
But from the wreckage, something ancient stirred.
A remembering.
Of the child I used to be—
who spoke to flowers, who trusted numbers,
who dreamed in archetypes and wrote stories to survive.
I followed her footsteps back to the Earth.
And there, barefoot in the woods, Elyoshi was born.
Not as a person, but as a pulse.
A faceless artist made of poetry, nature photography, and soul-coded symbols and natural patterns.
No algorithms. No performance. Just presence.
Elyoshi | Elenoki
CREATIVE REBEL
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