A hollow glass sculpture of a human form filled with thousands of swirling, luminous butterflies—each one a different emotion rendered in brilliant color—pressing against the transparent walls from within, their wings leaving powder traces of joy, sorrow, rage, and longing on the inner surface, but the glass figure's face remains perfectly smooth and expressionless, its eyes empty sockets through which the butterflies occasionally escape into the void beyond, only to dissolve into particles of light, the entire form standing in a dark space where reflected colors dance without source or meaning, captured in the style of a beautiful catastrophe where overwhelming feeling meets absolute absence