A little house, maybe a barn, sitting alone in a field. But everything's wrong—rainbow smears radiating outward, like looking through a cracked prism. The sky is too bright, almost white. The ground is all scribbly, tangled green, red, and gold threads together. The house itself is half blue, half normal, like a double exposure. There’s a fuzzy halo around the whole thing. It makes me think of heat shimmer or a migraine aura. A rural scene but filtered through something broken. Beautiful but unsettling, like a memory you can't trust.
