collapses cuteness, luxury, and decay into plush idols of cultural brainrot, bunny-eared spheres mutating with jewel-encrusted grills, glitching eyes, and stitched faces frozen mid-glitch. They shimmer as relics of the infinite scroll, where memes, mascots, and luxury branding corrode into noise, their laughter both comic and catastrophic. Part joke, part relic, each work is instantly memetic yet timeless, standing as a digital folk myth for an age where immortality is found not in marble but in endless reproduction, grinning forever as plush glitch-gods of irony and excess.