Strobe · Token Detail
Strobe #82
Every Strobe token is a single frame of motion: waves of light cutting across deep backgrounds, layered pulses weaving in and out of phase, or sharp staccato bursts frozen mid-flash.
Waveform traits define how the light behaves — smooth sinusoids, square pulses, chaotic stacks — while colour systems, rhythm and exposure style control its emotional temperature. Some pieces feel meditative and slow; others crackle like a live stage strobe.
No objects, no typography, no characters. Just light, rhythm and the geometry of oscillation.
Token information
- Collection
- Strobe
- Token ID
- #82
- Waveform Type
- Smooth Sine Wave
- Light Form
- Twin Parallel Ribbons
- Colour System
- Monochrome White
- Rhythm
- Calm Slow Pulse
- Background
- Pure Black Field
- Exposure Style
- Continuous Long Exposure
- Rarity
- Common
Owner information
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