White ink hand-drawn illustration on solid black background. Centered large composition of a moth with wingspan spread wide, wings constructed entirely from interlocking clock gears, watch springs, escapement wheels, and broken timepiece fragments rendered as intricate white line drawings. The moth body is segmented like a dissected pinned specimen with visible internal anatomy drawn as mechanical schematics — coiled mainsprings, balance wheels, jeweled pivots. Fine crosshatching fills the gear teeth and spring coils. Antennae extend as long unwinding watch mainsprings curling outward. Tiny clock numerals scatter like debris around the outer wing edges. No fills, pure expressive white linework on black, consistent scratchy line weight throughout, scientific illustration meets outsider art sensibility, underground zine aesthetic, post-punk surrealism.

Ancient blueprint. The ocean already knew the math. Teal geometry from below the thermocline.

Crowned in laurels and soft petals. A timeless classical bust draped in romantic flora — ancient beauty, modern melancholy.