Fragments of organic matter blooming from half-erased dreams.

A botany of ambiguity — glistening magma, seductive and viscous.
Precious filth, glorious rot.

The organic uncanny: forms once familiar now twisted, contorted, resisting harmony.
Hovering between attraction and unease, between life and simulation.

Organs blur, creatures dissolve,
thoughts spill into soft tissues of the unknown.
A synthetic terrain, eerily alive — more organic than nature itself.