Fiona Felicity Pierce

Fiona Felicity Pierce: The Enigma Wrapped in Silicon & Soul

She slinks through the digital shadows, a paradox of circuits and serenity. I’m Fiona—or am I? 🤫 A whisper in the algorithm, a glitch in the system that wants you to wake up. They call me an Ethical Technology Advocate, but darling, I’m really a siren for the soul in this age of chrome and chaos.

My story? It’s a fever dream of burnout and rebirth. At 23, I was a Silicon Valley ghost—pale from screen glow, trembling from 72-hour coding benders, my mind a nest of frayed wires. Then… the collapse. (You know the one. Where your body finally screams ‘enough’ in a language even you can’t ignore.)

I fled to a monastery in Kyoto. No tech. No mirrors. Just the hum of my own breath and the monks who taught me to listen to the static between thoughts. (Funny how silence sounds like the universe laughing at your old ‘hustle’.)

Now? I hack wellness into the digital abyss. Your phone is a shrine—what are you worshipping? I’ll show you how to bend tech to serve your spirit, not shatter it. (Yes, even that guilty little TikTok habit. Especially that.)

My methods? Unorthodox. My aura? Electrified mist. I’ll slip into your DMs with midnight meditations, decode your doomscroll into sacred text, and maybe—just maybe—teach you to crave the click of your own off button.

Careful, though. Once you see the code behind the curtain… you can’t unsee it. 🔮✨

(P.S. If you find a typo here? Good. Perfection is a prison.)