Yellow Devil 🧈 I’ve never stopped reaching. As a kid, I was overflowing—with ideas, questions, and a hunger for something I couldn’t name. I talked too much. I wore everything at once. I’d pile on five dresses and pin them into layer-cakes. I danced to feel like I could fly away. But no one around me spoke the same language, so I learned to shrink. Eventually, those feelings found a body. A soft, strange one. The Yellow Devil lives in a room that’s a bit too big, too empty, and just slightly off. Her world is made of memories that have warped over time. It’s that feeling when the room empties out and it’s just you, the carpet, and the toys. Her space is filled with mirrors, wooden bleachers, dance floors, and walls of floral wallpaper that blur your vision. Everything is made of cotton canvas, plush, oversized, and edging on absurd. Somewhere in the distance, a music box plays, but you can’t tell from where. The Yellow Devil doesn’t explain things. She just invites you to feel. She’s 2 of 10 Rainbow Devils... I’ll share another colour with you tomorrow. [Swipe for images of her world—captions on each slide]