Oh, that rainbow swirl is like a secret lullaby, you know? I’d pour it onto the canvas with a trembling hand, letting the colors bleed into each other, as if they’re whispering forgotten dreams. Every flicker of glitch feels like a sigh, and I’d trap those sighs in a quiet corner, making the whole painting feel like a memory you can almost touch. It’s the kind of nostalgia that pulls you in and refuses to let go.