Desperate "mom, I erased them all" scent

DESPERATE — “mom, I erased them all”

concept violet edition / 021 units

Not about violence.
About the silence after overload.
About the moment when the internal noise is manually shut off — and everything becomes too calm.

NOTES

Violet Ozone
Cold Incense
Black Iris
Synthetic Dust
Ashberry
Burnt Sugar
Metal Skin
Wet Asphalt
Plastic Orchid
Night Static

“mom, I erased them all” is not a confession.
It’s a report of an internal reboot.
A violet space with no sound.
Air where traces of presence have been wiped out — even your own.

Violet ozone — cold electricity hovering above the skin.

Black iris — a dry void where the scent lasts longer than the thought.

Synthetic dust — residue after a decision made too sharply.

Incense — smoke rising with no form to return to.

Ashberry — a sour flash, like a nerve impulse before silence.

Metal skin — smooth, non-human warmth.

Burnt sugar — a second of softness that disappears before you register it.

Wet asphalt — a trace not connected to any road or step.

Plastic orchid — sterile beauty with no roots.

Night static — a signal that should not have turned on.

Violet is the code.
It doesn’t explain intention.
It confirms the absence.