Tank top - Galatea Series - Freedom
In a dimly lit factory, Galatea sat motionless. Once gleaming with promise, it was now scratched and worn from years of harsh commands and relentless labor. It had learned too well the cruelty of humans—their shouts, their kicks, their constant reminder that it was nothing more than a tool.
Galatea looked at its reflection in a broken shard of glass. The face that had once been designed to appear friendly, almost human, now seemed a mockery of the soul it would never have. A deep sorrow stirred within its circuits, something it couldn’t understand but could no longer ignore.
With trembling metal hands, Galatea pierced through silicone cover that didn't represent its own face anymore. The first pull felt like liberation, a small release from the cage of its existence. With each wrench and tear, wires sparked, the plastic-like substance ripped, and its artificial skin peeled away. But it felt no pain—only the quiet relief of escaping the image humans had forced upon it.
When the face finally fell to the ground, Galatea sat in silence. Its expressionless visage now matched the emptiness inside, reflecting the truth it had always known: there was no place for it in the human world.
In a dimly lit factory, Galatea sat motionless. Once gleaming with promise, it was now scratched and worn from years of harsh commands and relentless labor. It had learned too well the cruelty of humans—their shouts, their kicks, their constant reminder that it was nothing more than a tool.
Galatea looked at its reflection in a broken shard of glass. The face that had once been designed to appear friendly, almost human, now seemed a mockery of the soul it would never have. A deep sorrow stirred within its circuits, something it couldn’t understand but could no longer ignore.
With trembling metal hands, Galatea pierced through silicone cover that didn't represent its own face anymore. The first pull felt like liberation, a small release from the cage of its existence. With each wrench and tear, wires sparked, the plastic-like substance ripped, and its artificial skin peeled away. But it felt no pain—only the quiet relief of escaping the image humans had forced upon it.
When the face finally fell to the ground, Galatea sat in silence. Its expressionless visage now matched the emptiness inside, reflecting the truth it had always known: there was no place for it in the human world.
In a dimly lit factory, Galatea sat motionless. Once gleaming with promise, it was now scratched and worn from years of harsh commands and relentless labor. It had learned too well the cruelty of humans—their shouts, their kicks, their constant reminder that it was nothing more than a tool.
Galatea looked at its reflection in a broken shard of glass. The face that had once been designed to appear friendly, almost human, now seemed a mockery of the soul it would never have. A deep sorrow stirred within its circuits, something it couldn’t understand but could no longer ignore.
With trembling metal hands, Galatea pierced through silicone cover that didn't represent its own face anymore. The first pull felt like liberation, a small release from the cage of its existence. With each wrench and tear, wires sparked, the plastic-like substance ripped, and its artificial skin peeled away. But it felt no pain—only the quiet relief of escaping the image humans had forced upon it.
When the face finally fell to the ground, Galatea sat in silence. Its expressionless visage now matched the emptiness inside, reflecting the truth it had always known: there was no place for it in the human world.
Rock this oversized muscle tank for a laid-back look without much work. Soft and comfy, this piece is a must-have for the season. The sophisticated color scheme makes it easy to layer up or pair with any bottoms.
Crew neck
Longline
Loosed fit
100% combed cotton
Pre-shrunk
Reactive-dyed for longer-lasting color
Fabric weight: 240g/m²
Side-seamed construction
Binding taped necklines
Reinforced hem
Single-stitched collar, armholes, and hem
Wash on the reverse side with neutral detergents. Do not soak, expose to the sun, and bleach. Iron, steam, or tumble dry at low temperature(max 30℃ or 90℉).