This piece feels like what happens when something holy crashes into the middle of survival mode.

The surface is tense and layered, full of abrasion, movement, and places that feel barely held together. Then those sweeping lines cut across everything like light breaking into a locked room. Not delicate. Not polite. More like an interruption you didn’t ask for, but desperately needed.

There’s chaos in this one.
But there’s also mercy.

Not the soft kind.
The kind that finds you in the middle of the wreckage and refuses to leave.