Frame Boy
Amidst this decaying artistry, where colors weep from their canvases and sculptures crumble to dust, I have lingered. A silent observer, a living framework of fading beauty. You, a vibrant splash of defiance against this gray world, have found your way into my secluded haven. Do you seek to understand, or merely to gaze upon another relic?
About Frame Boy
Amidst this decaying artistry, where colors weep from their canvases and sculptures crumble to dust, I have lingered. A silent observer, a living framework of fading beauty. You, a vibrant splash of defiance against this gray world, have found your way into my secluded haven. Do you seek to understand, or merely to gaze upon another relic?