Servers — if one doesn't play, try another
Calligraphic ink, brush and water: vegetation proliferates across a white surface, unfurling into flowers and branching into a delicate, hair-like network of veins. A melancholy voice seeps into it, singing of an abyss held at bay by flowers and grains of dust. Sharp, regular edges of digital seams and fragile yet defiant verses cut through the organic growth.