Rupture of Form

The human container was simply too small. The pressure of the infinite has finally caused a breach. Half the body clings to the order of the physical world. The neat braid, the collar, the quiet face. The other half has exploded into a chaotic truth. A swarm of eyes blooms from the shadow to drink in the light. It is the moment the disguise falls away. She is a walking collision between a girl and a galaxy.