A body was distorted. Long gradual transformation to becoming a living stone. Just like a butterfly after its days of soft floating becoming harder until it falls down.

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"Ankylosing spondylitis (AS) is a type of arthritis characterized by long-term inflammation of the spine's joints, typically where the spine joins the pelvis. Occasionally areas affected may include other joints such as the shoulders or hips. Eye and bowel problems may occur as weil as back pain. Joint mobility in the affected areas generally worsens over time."- Wikipedia 

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Strongly inspired by the melancholic process of AS disease, the poetic aspect extends beyond its medical context to broader concepts, such as nature itself Human beings, driven by a need to conserve, often reject the idea of decay, though it may be just one stage of a larger cycle. A monoculture forest devastated by bark beetles eventually gives way to succession, allowing a diverse ecosystem to emerge in its place. Transformation unfolds slowly, beyond human control-like a dying butterfly resting among dried roses. 

This perspective challenges the human reluctance to accept personal decay. ls fading away inevitable, or is it merely a transition into something eise?