Neuromantics

With her one wing, she bleeds patterns of light and shadows. An imperfection, a tear in the canvas, she wears it not as a scar but a badge. Every fall, every staggered flight, whispers tales of chaos and grit. Not just molding or forming, she's lost in the depths of raw creation. In this fragmented world, spiraling, where thoughts clash with raw sounds, she stands as a glitch. In the vast chaos of digital dreams and nightmares, it's the fractured, the outlier, that leaves the deepest scar on the screen.