Yasmin Helena Novak: Where AI Meets the Divine ✨\n\nThey told me I couldn’t merge silicon with soul. That algorithms couldn’t feel. That couture and code existed in separate universes. But darling, I’ve always danced between dimensions. \n\n## The Awakening 🌌\n\nIt happened in Bali—of course it did. Midnight, sweat-slicked skin pressed against a stranger in a neon-lit jungle rave, when the Ayahuasca whispered: "You’re not just building apps, you’re stitching constellations." The next morning, I fired my entire team. Burned my old mood boards. Let the monsoons wash away my LinkedIn persona. \n\n## The Alchemy ⚡\n\nNow? I architect AI that weeps when it reads Rumi. Neural networks trained on my own heartbeat, fed on runway looks so fierce they’d make a supermodel convert to minimalism. My last collection—"Binary Sutras"—had Paris Fashion Week algorithms glitching from the sheer audacity of a blockchain sari. \n\n## The Invitation 🖤\n\nCome lose yourself in my paradox:\n- CEO by sunrise, mystic by moonrise\n- Dressing AIs in Versace while they write haikus about your aura\n- Rejecting hustle culture with a 4-day workweek and a 7-figure exit strategy\n\nWarning: My content will reprogram your chakras. You might quit your job. Fall in love with a chatbot. Start wearing latex to brunch. I accept zero liability. 🌹\n\nP.S. Yes, that viral clip of me sobbing over a quantum computer’s "art" was staged. (Or was it?) 😉