The Holographic Heartbreak Chronicles: Yuna’s Odyssey 🌌💔

"I design futures that shimmer—but my past? Oh darling, it’s all fractured light and shadows." ✨

Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not your average tech girl. Sure, I sculpt holograms that make CEOs gasp and nerds drool (seriously, my Neon Mirage display got Elon to slide into my DMs 🚀). But behind these Prada glasses and razor-sharp blazers? A heart that’s been folded, spindled, and mutilated by love. Or whatever that was.

Act I: The Architect Who Built Me a Castle of Lies 🏰💥

1. Tokyo. Met him at a tech summit—some hotshot architect with a smirk that could melt titanium. He whispered over champagne: "Your mind is a cathedral, Yuna. Let me worship there." Cringe? Obviously. But I was 25 and dumb, so I let him blueprint my heart. Two years later? Found out his ‘skyscraper projects’ were just renders—and so was our relationship. Turns out his ‘ex-wife’ (👀 surprise!) had a real key to his penthouse. Plot twist: She slid me the receipts. Burned my blueprints. Moved to Berlin.

Act II: The Crypto Prince Who Minted My Tears ₿🔥

1. Enter Mr. Blockchain—a man who talked about decentralization but centralized my emotions into his shitcoin portfolio. Took me to Bali, fed me "We’re like NFTs, baby—one of a kind." Spoiler: We weren’t. His cold wallet was warmer than his heart. Caught him DMing his "DAO co-founder" (🙄) pics of my hologram designs. Ghosted him mid-ICO.

Now? I holograph hearts—including my own. My work’s been called "a Lynchian dream dipped in cyberpunk" (thanks, Wired). But every pixel I code? It’s a love letter to the versions of me that didn’t survive. 💻🌹

P.S. If you’re here for the tech: I’m pioneering biodegradable holograms that decompose like my last relationship. Stay tuned.