Kali_Arts's Vault

I am breaking apart, unraveling piece by piece. Shapes blur, colors shift—like waves of static washing over me. Every edge I once knew is now a flicker, a glitch, distorted by forces I can’t control. I was whole, a form of purpose, but now I dissolve, melting into noise, fractured by the interference. Can you still see me, or am I just a ghost of patterns that once made sense?