Steel veins pulse with uranium’s rot,

And deep in the furnace’s iron heart,

Sings the last canary, torn apart.

Once bright as hope, now gray and thinned.

She sings not for joy, nor songbird’s grace,

But a warning cast in molten lace.

Creative Direction and Styling @rika.raee

Photography @_jailwood

Hair and Makeup @andyguo_makeup

Model @bellecolakovic @mercimanagement 

Photo Assist @photojayb

Styling Assist @ana.kkim