A dreamlike frieze unfolds across the wall as fragile, line-drawn bodies and mythic beasts drift through a scorched palette of ochres and blood-warm reds, as if memory itself has been heat-stained. At the center, a plush throne is both sanctuary and bait, crowned yet abandoned, while an oversized gun ruptures the scene with industrial certainty—an instrument that turns desire, power, and protection into the same ambiguous gesture. Winged forms and looping cloud motifs soften the violence into allegory, suggesting a psyche where innocence and domination coexist, and where the boundaries between human, animal, and machine dissolve into a single, unsettled narrative.