Bright, euphoric, transcendental flowers flow in a liquid form of black. Bubbles emanating from the disrupted yet soft and subtle movements. A sense of almost psychedelic otherness In a place that is both here and not. Reality is often stranger than fiction.

Childhood nostalgia. Psychedelic vision:

Drowning flowers... Beauty and life can exist even in difficult or unusual circumstances. Something beautiful and unique can arise when you move outside the borders.

Reminds me of Fantasia 🥹 the most beautiful Disney animation. I loved escaping into this world, and somehow this made it seem more real for me. Like I can escape into this world again, without having to change into an animation or just be an observer of the animation, I can actually be part of it.

A hand is grasping to touch the untouchable. The feeling is lighter than glass and has the smell of honey.