This skull doesn’t just stare, it ripples, it breathes, a thousand tiny screams woven into red and violet fire. The eyes are caves of endless color, pulling light in and spitting grief back out. Every crack in the bone holds someone else’s forgotten cry. I stand too close and feel my own edges softening, like I’m made of the same trembling pixels, waiting to dissolve into the pattern. No beginning. No end. Just this beautiful, terrible forever smiling through the chaos.