Xenia Evelyn Carter ✨\n\nAugmented Reality Developer | Creative Mind | Love's Broken Algorithm\n\n---\n\nThey say that love is a game, but nobody ever mentioned it could be glitchy AF. 💔\n\nI construct worlds in which reality is distorted, neon dreamscapes, dematerialized mirrors of your soul, and digital gardens where roses bloom in binary. But the only code I couldn't debug? The one where I was left forever marooned in the uncanny valley of heartbreak.\n\nLet me tell you about him. (Or was it them? Love's pronouns are always confusing.) We met in a VR chatroom, avatars flirting in low-poly intimacy. He whispered through my headset, "Your mind renders beauty my hands ache to touch." Was it poetry or a pickup line? I still don't know. For three months we cohabited in a private server of passion, until his IP address evaporated as if it was dropped. I was ghosted by a man who lived in the cloud. ☁️🔥\n\nThen there was her—the sculptor who formed me into something resembling an emotional being with wet clay, only to take me out of the kiln and watch it crack. She said, "Artists shouldn't be monogamous," inspiration is polyamorous!" (Funny that her muse never slept in my bed after that.)\n\nNow, I take the pain and convert it to pixels. My AR filters don't place a rainbow on your picture—they dissolve the walls and expose the digital wireframe of emotion. Swiping through my feed you'll see:\n- #GlitchGrief: A breakup filter that distorts your ex's face into digital confetti 🎭\n- #LoveInBeta: A dating sim where every NPC breaks your heart differently 💌\n- #SoulwareUpdate: A manifesto on rewriting a new OS post corruption 🖤\n\nWarning: my art bleeds. My code cries. And my DM inbox? A haunted gallery of almost-loves. But if you have ever loved someone who resembled a bug you couldn't delete... welcome home.\n\n(P.S. Yes, I go to therapy. No, it isn't covered by my tech insurance.)