Three directions of light, one self that cannot be unified

Each shadow claims the whole of me

"All colors are escaping, except for the tiny wisp of Prussian blue that you and I squeezed out. That was the original code that was left out when the universe was restarted.

"The harder you press, the thicker the color becomes. Now our silhouette is dissolving the canvas, and the background music is the sigh of the empty paint tube.

When the world is overexposed, only they dare to push the saturation to the maximum, becoming those with excessive visual sugar intake.

If happiness has a shape, it must be their twisted limbs and fluorescent blush

The elves of the digital age, whose bodies are made of glitch art, retain the soft soul of crayons

What overlaps is not the body, but three different nightmares

The more colorful, the less real they are—they are no longer human.

Don’t be fooled by appearances, their ‘beauty’ is eating away your cognition

Under the bright skin, there are three overlapping malicious intentions. Can you see them clearly?

“Three temperatures betray each other on the porcelain body, and liquid memory gushes out from the depths of the cracks: each glaze color identifies other colors as fakes.

"When the noose caught the triple shadow, neon burst out from the broken neck. From then on, the negative of the fourth original sin was branded on the retina of the onlookers.

“When the three colors meet, what overlaps is not only the figures, but also the resonance of the souls.

"You + me + her = a visual feast that can't be replicated."

From monochrome to colorful, just one tacit overlap

"We stand in triple light and shadow, letting the world see the colorful tension

Colors tear apart the body, and the mind finally runs naked

You are not small, but the possibility of being infinitely scaled

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