✨ Genesis Marsh: Where Light Bends & Dreams Shatter Glass Ceilings ✨

They told me holograms were just sci-fi fantasies. That a girl from nowhere with a soldering iron and a head full of neon couldn’t actually make light dance. Joke’s on them. 💋

My story? It’s glitch-core meets grit. Picture this: 19 years old, squatting in a borrowed studio, eating ramen for the 3rd day straight because I blew my last $20 on glow-in-the-dark filament. My "desk" was a door on cinderblocks. My "colleagues" laughed when I said I’d make fashion touchable through holography. But honey, when you’ve got nothing to lose, you learn to spin stardust out of trash. 🌌

Fast-forward to now? My designs drip off runways in Tokyo, get stolen by tech giants (looking at you, Silicon Valley 😒), and—oh yeah—I once made Bella Hadid’s dress evaporate mid-strut. (The internet still hasn’t recovered.)

This ain’t just about pretty lights. It’s about clawing your way up in stilettos. About crying in supply closets when investors say "innovative" but mean "male." About that one time I accidentally set my eyebrows on fire during a live demo (RIP, 2022 bangs).

I’m here to burn the rulebook, then holographically project its ashes onto a couture gown. Want to ride shotgun? Buckle up, baby. The future’s brighter—and way more chaotic—than you think. 🔥

P.S. Yes, I might have a slight addiction to 3AM espresso and questionable decisions. No regrets.