The Funeral of the Butterflies: Unveiling Grief, Loss, and Acceptance in Lobotomy Corporation
The Bleak Canvas of Lobotomy Corporation The air hangs heavy, thick with a silence that is more profound than any sound. A cascade of vibrant, fragile wings fills the screen, a kaleidoscope of color momentarily eclipsing the sterile steel and concrete of the facility. This isn’t a moment of celebration; it’s a requiem. It’s the…