Artist: Fringe
Title: Force
Media: Oil on canvas
Size: 100cm x 100cm
Authentication certificate included
He wakes up. It's been years—maybe more, maybe less. Time gets weird in cryo. The suit still fits, a little wrinkled, but the pink holds strong. He’s not in the pod anymore. He’s in... a planetarium? Kind of. More like a closet stuffed with plants and fluorescent light. A greenhouse turned command center.
He sits on a chair like it’s a throne—because it is. This is his kingdom now. Tight, overgrown, claustrophobic—but his. Hanging plants dangle from every surface. Vines creep across the walls like they ’re listening. The air’s thick with growling life.
Next to him stands Force. His unicorn, proud and fake and perfect. His best friend, maybe his only friend. Force doesn’t say much, but he’s always there. The Mylo mask lies on the floor, watching. Retired, maybe haunted. A pot nearby has equations on it like someone tried to solve physics while repotting a fern. He doesn’t remember doing that, but it tracks. He sits. He surveys. He plans. There's not much room, but there’s enough. Enough to build something.
