




A body dissolves into pain — its limbs lost, its shape bleeding into red, as though love has torn it apart from the inside. Red rivers flow outward — heart-wounds opening, bleeding sorrow onto the canvas. Around it lies a sea of green and blue — cool, somber, infinite. These colours hold the ache: longing, loneliness, despair, but also the strange calm of emptiness after heartbreak. This is more than a figure — it is a soul exposed. It is the ache of love lost, the weight of emotional bleeding, the ache of limbs that no longer hold you. And yet, in the stillness of green and blue, there is memory. A quiet breath. A trace of what once was — and what might one day be again.
