The flag is on fire. They are still standing. In a dim, nightmarish space, two distorted figures rise out of dark, scratchy lines, splashed in violent pink and green. Behind them, the flag burns, smoke curling, stars dissolving into flame. They don't turn around. They don't run. They just exist in the noise, beautiful and broken at the same time. This is the ninth piece in the Multiverse of Madness collection. The fire. The moment where the dream turns, the symbols fall apart, and only the figures remain, painted in colors that refuse to go out. When everything burns, color is rebellion.