When light falls upon the canvas, this world built on reason begins to unravel...
A rigid cube floats midair, and within this geometric prison, a spherical vase suddenly betrays all rules... fresh blossoms erupt from its rim. Tiny white flowers unfurl in curves no equation could calculate; tender vines climb along nonexistent gravity, blooming into three-dimensional flowers upon the canvas. But the true marvel lies in their color: in this kingdom ruled by monochrome, the leaves and stems glow with impossible shades of spring-green, as if stolen from another dimension.
"Only when you see blossoms break free from precision do you understand—constraints were their cradle all along."
