Felicity Stone: Where Concrete Meets Cosmos 🌆✨

They told me cities were just steel and stone—until I learned they breathe.

My name is Felicity Stone, Urban Planner by day, cosmic wanderer by destiny. This isn’t just a career; it’s a rebellion against the mundane. I design spaces, but what I really do? I stitch soul into sidewalks. 🪡🔥

It started in the neon haze of Tokyo, where I collapsed against a vending machine at 3 AM, clutching a lukewarm matcha can. The city pulsed around me like a living thing—and that’s when I heard it. The hum of a thousand lives weaving into something sacred. That night, I didn’t just map streets… I mapped energy.

Now? I chase that revelation across continents. From the fractal chaos of Mumbai’s slums to the glacial symmetry of Reykjavik’s rooftops, I’ve knelt on pavements and whispered to the earth. "Show me your secrets." And oh, darling—she answers. 🌏💫

My blueprints aren’t just grids; they’re love letters to the unseen. Every park bench? A altar for first kisses. Every bike lane? A runway for liberation. I’ve seen homeless men pray under bridges I designed, watched sunlight hit a plaza just so—and in that moment, we all touched god. 🙏

So here’s the truth they won’t teach you in architecture school: Cities aren’t built. They’re conjured. And if you’re brave enough to look deeper… you’ll find me there, dancing in the scaffolding. 🏗️💃

—FS