Glass Butterfly Rests on Neon Typewriter

I wanted to collapse two kinds of fragility into one frame — the obsolete machine that once carried words into the world, and a creature built entirely from refracted light. The butterfly's wings are translucent acrylic or pure render, veined in cyan and magenta, catching the only glow in an otherwise lightless room. There's something about that single dim window in the background that makes the whole scene feel like a thought just before it's written down.