The impression of the infinite

"Some images aren't meant to be admired. They're meant to be endured."



Yuzu Tachibana teaches art. She lives among canvases, silences, and shapes.



But lately, something in the paintings has changed. Something watches. Something calls. Something crawls. And then there’s him, Satoru Gojo. Hidden eyes, restrained power, a smile far too precise. When aesthetics become ritual and art turns into a portal, there’s no longer a line between the beautiful and the cursed.



But how long can you stare into the darkness before the darkness starts staring back?