 ral-ppr,
Vines of emerald green creep through the crumbling paper walls of a forgotten observatory, weaving around a beautiful android woman. Her skin, once a vibrant tapestry of celestial maps, is now dappled with moss and lichen, revealing glimpses of brass clockwork beneath. A single, emerald-eyed butterfly rests on her outstretched hand, a symbol of fragile beauty in the face of inevitable decay.