Neon bats erupt from a cavernous wound in the earth, their wings slicing through fluorescent pinks, toxic greens, and electric blues like a biological fireworks display.
The cave glows from within like some kind of radioactive womb, offering rebirth, escape, or possibly just a much better place to hide. It’s psychedelic, it’s ominous, and suspiciously beautiful.
A swarm of nocturnal anxiety escaping into the light, somewhere between prehistoric nightmare and late-stage wellness culture. Nature becomes electrified, darkness becomes spectacle, and thousands of tiny demons take flight in search of an antidote to existence. Plus, bats are fucking scary.
