onya Mk II is an inquiry into dislocation in a technologized present. By isolating a semi-naked torso and softening environmental anchors, it amplifies a psychological drift: Sonya’s internal compass has faltered The light casts upon her, as if memory itself has been filtered through faulty circuitry. That yellow light flattens distance, compresses time, and turns familiar surfaces into echoes, intensifying the sensation of being lost between body and mechanism. The neo-noir metropolis without locating her within it, so that escape becomes ambiguous: outward flight or inward reconciliation. Sonya Mk II asks quietly and insistently, where can I go, when the world that made you has begun to forget you?