In the silent echoes of existence, where bones are brittle scriptures and skin a parchment of ephemeral dreams, we dance on the edge of oblivion. A symphony of cells, harmonious yet discordant, in perpetual rebellion against the tyranny of perfection. We are artful chaos, a mosaic of flaws, each scar a verse in the ballad of survival. DIS/couraged. DIS/stressed. DIS/turbed. DIS/ordinary. DIS/verse. The disembodiment of every proportion. The negation of every perfection. The uncanny side of beauty. AI human figure: Starry.ai AI animation: RunwayML AI sound: Melobytes + Mubert AI text: Microsoft Bing Copilot (ChatGPT 4) Machine: Glitching Human concept: Dom Barra Human editing: Dom Barra Human After All.