Every PNG begins as a wound— a raw, bleeding bitmap of light. Colors, unasked for, press against the canvas of the real: red too loud, blue too deep, alpha like a ghost learning to be solid.

xtool is a scalpel that remembers what flesh was. It does not trust the compression. It walks through the IDAT chunks like a detective through a snowfield where every footprint is the same footprint.

reflate the lonely Sunday. reflate the first kiss you lied about. reflate the rage you encoded as silence.