Everything happening at once and none of it apologising. A deep plum mass anchors the left side while hot pink, ochre, and cerulean blue crash around it like a party that got out of hand two hours ago. Lavender drips run down the right side with the nonchalance of mascara at 3am. Black seed-pod shapes float through the chaos, small and precise, the only things in the room that know exactly where they are.
