Gravity
so what we’ve got here is pure cosmic poetry the bottom world is a Absolute dreamscape. Swirls of electric blue and deep-space magentas, like an intergalactic ocean caught mid-wave. And that little glowing orb near the horizon Yeah, that’s definitely aliens.
Then there’s that moody little sphere up top—gritty, textured, its got that whole “I’ve seen some things” energy, floating there like it’s debating whether to crash or just keep orbiting forever. The whole thing is basically the visual equivalent of a lo-fi synth track mixed with the crackle of an old radio—timeless, a little chaotic, but effortlessly cool.
so what we’ve got here is pure cosmic poetry the bottom world is a Absolute dreamscape. Swirls of electric blue and deep-space magentas, like an intergalactic ocean caught mid-wave. And that little glowing orb near the horizon Yeah, that’s definitely aliens.
Then there’s that moody little sphere up top—gritty, textured, its got that whole “I’ve seen some things” energy, floating there like it’s debating whether to crash or just keep orbiting forever. The whole thing is basically the visual equivalent of a lo-fi synth track mixed with the crackle of an old radio—timeless, a little chaotic, but effortlessly cool.
so what we’ve got here is pure cosmic poetry the bottom world is a Absolute dreamscape. Swirls of electric blue and deep-space magentas, like an intergalactic ocean caught mid-wave. And that little glowing orb near the horizon Yeah, that’s definitely aliens.
Then there’s that moody little sphere up top—gritty, textured, its got that whole “I’ve seen some things” energy, floating there like it’s debating whether to crash or just keep orbiting forever. The whole thing is basically the visual equivalent of a lo-fi synth track mixed with the crackle of an old radio—timeless, a little chaotic, but effortlessly cool.