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.