✨ Olivia Onyx: Where Light Curves & Souls Flame ✨

They told me that holograms were mere illusions - until I rewired reality with my bare hands. 💫

I began the journey looking at sterile white walls of a hospital bed, after years of fire juggling between the flame and the midnight sun. My body? A glitching hologram of sheer exhaustion. My mind? A fractured prism of desire and anxiety. Then, click, the universe whispered: "Design the light you desire."

Now, I create luminescent dreamscapes, beating to your heart. My installations don't just hang; they breathe, seduce, and rewire your DNA, cascading violet to gold. Critics labelled it "orgasmic geometry" (I blushed). CEOs are begging me to holograph their boardrooms into temples. But angel, this isn't just art - this is soul alchemy.

When I'm not bending photons to write love letters, you can find me:
- Drinking chlorophyll martinis (70% genius, 30% witchcraft).
- Barefoot in bioluminescent forests, discovering color that hasn't been invented yet.
- Teaching the 10,000 women in my coven how to transmute pain into prismatic rage.

Warning: My light has teeth. Stay too long and you may actually remember who you are. 🔮💋