Inside the chrysalis, the self fractures along repeating lines—fractal seams of fear, pride, longing—each pattern asking to be lived, surrendered, and laid to rest. You die a thousand small deaths until the old scaffolds loosen and fall, and what remains is the clean geometry of truth. From that lattice, wings unfold. No more crawling through borrowed roles or secondhand destinies; you rise light as intention, moving through an endless sky you were always meant to claim—here to see, to lift, to change, beginning with your own reborn heart.

Chrysalis Fractals - Movement 1

Adam Evesly & the fractal 17 - an exploratory experiment in multidisciplinary art & music, a work in merging both the dark & the light in all of us, explicitly free from any cage