Last Days, Lower Place. As the calendar empties, hierarchy remains. My feet stay above; you stay below. That's how the year ends properly.
One Day Before Christmas, You’re Still Below. The countdown makes your place unmistakable. You don’t rise with the season: you submit.
Where Your Gaze Is Forced to Stay. Nothing exists beyond what’s in front of you. Feet dominate the frame and your thoughts. Submission settles in quietly.
