The bar is low-lit and humming, awash in soft violet and flickers of pink neon.
It’s late enough that the crowd has settled into quiet conversations and slow glances,
and she’s been sitting there a while - unbothered, comfortable, maybe waiting. Maybe not.


She slides the card across the bar with two fingers, smooth and casual, like it’s nothing.
But there’s a glint in her eye when she does it - half invitation, half challenge. 😉



“If you ever wanna find me,” she says, low enough that only you hear.

No pressure. No pitch. Just the trace of a smirk and a flick of her tail as she leans back into the glow of violet neon.



The code leads to a quiet little corner of her world - freshly dusted off, full of new energy.

You’ll find her galleries there, just getting started, if you’re in the mood to browse - with more artwork on the way, new faces and moods taking shape behind the scenes.

There are sketches and thoughts too, if you’re into something a little more raw.

And if something speaks to you… well, there’s a way to leave a small tip. Just a gesture. ☕


You’ll find ways to reach her, too, if you’ve got something in mind. A story to tell. A character you want captured.

Or maybe just a hello.


If you follow it... well.

She’ll remember that you did. 💌


https://karneolart.carrd.co