THROUGH THE LENS
OF THE INFECTED.
Fragments of Infection
These aren’t just photos—they’re residue. Snapshots from experiments gone wrong, ruptured moments caught in the blur of strobe lights and distortion. Blood, sweat, and something unnameable leak from every frame.
This is a gallery of decay—where forms twist, faces fracture, and the parasite reveals itself in flickers of shadow.
You weren’t supposed to see this. But now that you have… don’t look away.
