A blue haired torrmented man with "GAY" really big in pink on the front of his shirt, and sunken, sleepless eyes clutches his head in a dim, cluttered room, surrounded by a chaotic storm of flashing screens, torn newspapers, and screaming headlines — all featuring Donald Trump. His face appears everywhere: distorted on giant billboards, smirking from cracked smartphone screens, looming from televisions with glitching static. A massive, shadowy, spectral version of Trump looms behind the man, arms crossed, watching with a calm yet dominating grin. The walls around the man are covered in campaign banners, red hats, and rally slogans, while thorny vines twist around his head like a crown of madness. Broken mirrors reflect scenes of political rallies, golden towers, and crowds chanting. The sky outside is stormy, raining ticker tape and tweets. The color palette is a sickly mix of reds, blues, and harsh fluorescent whites — evoking chaos, obsession, and psychological overload.