Glass Wings on a Forgotten Keyboard

A translucent butterfly with copper-veined wings perches on a dust-caked vintage typewriter, its body catching the last amber light bleeding through a grimy window behind it. The contrast between the creature's fragile, almost crystalline structure and the machine's corroded iron keys feels deliberate — two things built to carry words, neither doing so anymore. Grit and sawdust settle into every crevice like sediment, marking how long the silence has lasted.