Pride is a layered shout wrapped in softness. Torn edges meet deliberate stitching. Rainbow paint pulses beneath tangled fibers and sun-drenched textures. Every color is alive with breath and memory.

The word itself rises from the surface. Built from fray and thread, it holds the power of presence. There is defiance here. There is joy. There is sensuality in every curve and knot.

This is not just a celebration. It is a tactile archive of becoming.