Lyra’s stuck in a digital haze,
glitching between reality and something else.
A glimpse of her former self,
fractured lines, lost in a blur.
Crimson bursts, pink flashes,
memories breaking through the static.
Her eyes hold a distant dream,
a world split open, seams showing.
She reaches out, fingers spread,
touching both the real and the almost there.
Time loops around her, thin and elusive,
a ghost in a modern glitch.
Electric hums, silent currents,
life in pixels, a strange new form.
Lyra, in the glitch she lingers,
an echo of now, shifting, shimmering.
Medium: Indian ink and oil.
Physical: The physical framed, signed artwork (420 x 594 mm) will be sent to the first collector of the NFT.
