Château
Our eagerness as a species to metamorphosize into royalty inundates our humanity. The realism of the objective achieved is contrasting and desolate. A glimpse into your secluded Château, and impending despondency.
Cara
Beauty progressively corrupts it's possessor. Eyes of the populace see the reality and gradually forget. Cara, a friend, a face, an experiment of those eyes. The same specimen as seen thru the eyes of my AI companion. A glimpse into her psyche, and reflective realization of her betrayer, time.
