玻璃蝴蝶在超現實的抽象虛空中起舞

Glass butterflies cut as they dance, Mirrors laugh back, distort the chance. I am the glitch the world denied, The art they feared but couldn’t hide. Ink rivers flow where logic breaks, Dream teeth bite down, reality shakes. Creation’s fault - its secret child, A masterpiece both dark and wild.

monochrone