{"created_by":"Capi","description":"There are moments when we move for them, not for ourselves.  \nFor the arms that held us.  \nFor the footsteps that cleared the way.  \nFor the silent pillars who stayed while we fumbled toward something we couldn’t yet name\n\nThis piece leans into that hush—  \nthe quiet architecture of family,  \nthe charge it gives us, the weight we choose to carry.  \nNot a burden, but a gift we keep trying—clumsily, stubbornly—to honor\n\nEach figure holds a role we’ve lived or loved: the runner, the witness, the pillar - the ones we ache to make proud, even when the words catch in our throats\n\nI built this with reverence  \nFor sacrifices I saw  \nFor love I once struggled to return  \nFor the hands that never stopped reaching, even when I drifted\n\nA tribute. A mirror, this is my vision of family","name":"Those who made us","attributes":[{"trait_type":"Artist","value":"Capi","display_type":"text"},{"trait_type":"Type","value":"1 of 1"}],"image_details":{"bytes":30371329,"format":"PNG","sha256":"c03e31d24711a12b8b006a5a7caef271c86aaf1ba5cdcc8dc491ae1fcdab13ed","width":6000,"height":4000},"image":"https://arweave.net/LCdYUWu1YIqwuhqvNnH3I9lLN3KdTYBDGhYkog7l5Kg","image_url":"https://arweave.net/LCdYUWu1YIqwuhqvNnH3I9lLN3KdTYBDGhYkog7l5Kg"}