Highland cow meets cyberpunk delirium.
Acid yellow, candy pink, and electric blue take over the scene— like a rave poster ripped off the wall and reassembled with raw energy.
The horns bend into a cartoonish glitch, the eyes shielded by a futuristic visor, while the shaggy fur stays untouched, wild, untamed.
This is club culture colliding with the countryside, a contradiction that makes perfect sense.
The cow, a symbol of rural stillness, is thrown into the chaos of neon dreams and synthetic beats.
Is it a party animal, or is it lost in the noise?
Dance or disappear.
