Cipher Cocoon, a shrouded sanctuary encasing secrets of metamorphosis. Its petrified shell is bathed in the static glow of a signal-less vintage TV, the crackling noise like a heartbeat, feeding its slow and deliberate transformation. Oracle cards lie nearby, their cryptic symbols hinting at hidden algorithms of life, as the cocoon whispers of lives concealed and identities in flux, waiting to emerge in fragile, fleeting forms.