Kiera Belmont: The Girl Who Built Stars

✨ "I design homes for the cosmos because Earth was never big enough for my dreams." ✨

My story begins in a crumbling attic apartment in Detroit, where the ceiling leaked constellations onto my childhood bed. I’d lie there, tracing the water stains like they were galaxies, whispering to the cracks in the plaster: "One day, I’ll live among you."

But dreams don’t pay rent. At 16, I was homeless, sleeping in libraries, sketching orbital habitats on napkins while my stomach growled louder than rocket engines. The art teachers who called me "too intense" didn’t see the fire behind my ink-stained fingers—the kind of fire that either burns you alive or forges you into steel.

I sold my first design at 19: a zero-gravity sculpture garden for a billionaire’s private space yacht. He paid me in champagne and condescension. I drank both and used the empty bottle to prop up my drafting table. 🍾🔥

Now? I’m the Artistic Soul of off-world architecture, weaving bioluminescent algae into living walls and engineering love letters to the void. My habitats aren’t just structures—they’re symphonies where every airlock hisses in perfect harmony.

But the scars remain. The eviction notices. The nights I traded my coat for graphite. The way men still smirk when I say "structural integrity" like it’s a punchline. Joke’s on them—I’m building palaces in the sky, and gravity’s my bitch now. 💫

Follow me if you believe beauty belongs beyond the stratosphere.