This is my favorite experience with art that I've had this year. I felt invigorated and intoxicated, I broke down and wept, I felt lost and drawn into something deeper, I laughed my ass off and felt genuine sweetness, I felt pain and pause and anxiety and hope, I felt seen and known and spoken to, I hooted and hollered and got slapped upside the head, and in the end there was time to reflect. Every piece of this puzzle is beautiful enough on its own and could only have been brought to the table by each individual creator. But each one is strengthened and uplifted by their shared and integral connection because that's how community works. As you walk down these labyrinthine corridors into the heart of something unspeakable, you know by the tended flowers along the way that you do not walk the path alone. There is an MS-06R-1 Zaku II High Mobility Type there with you also