Within a scaffold maze of defunct surveillance eyes, love becomes glitch-art under perpetual monitoring. Snowscreen static devours first-touch tremors, blurred lenses capturing data fragments of embraces. Memories haunt rusted sensors as jump-cut ghosts, while farewells disintegrate into binary sighs. Models' limbs perform quantum entanglements across monitor carcasses – each caress triggers circuitry-short blue flares, every argument topologically reconstructs pixelated heartbreak. This is not an end, but romance's catastrophic rebirth through mechanical gaze.