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This series of circular vignettes unfolds like a fractured memory of flight, where crystalline birds and angular stems hover between emergence and disappearance. Bands of candy-pink and sea-blue create a synthetic horizon that feels at once idyllic and clinical, while sharp, folded planes slice the space into rhythms of collision and reprieve. The repetition across multiple “windows” suggests a study of motion—anatomy becoming geometry—so that tenderness and violence coexist in the same prismatic flutter, as if nature were being reassembled through a digital lens.