A lone figure with a small green sprout on their head stands in the center of a vast circular plaza, bathed in warm golden light. The figure is cracking at the edges — hairline fractures spreading across their form like shattered ceramic. Tiny glowing fragments break away and float upward like embers, catching the light. The plaza around them is empty, quiet, eternal. The sky above is deep blue fading to gold at the horizon. The figure's expression is calm — not sad, not afraid. Peaceful. One hand is raised slightly, releasing the last few glowing pieces into the air. A single green sprout remains intact on their head, glowing softly, even as the rest of them scatters into light. | Brainrot Research