There is a woman sitting on a clock with a tree in the background

In a vast desert under a sky swirling with impossible clouds, a twisted tree with branches made of broken glass and metal stands alone. Beneath its roots, a massive clock face is half-buried in the cracked earth, its hands stretching and distorting. A young with the body of a moth and the face of a weeping woman sits on the clock, holding a glowing seed. As the ’s wings flutter, the seed turns into a cascade of liquid light, falling into the earth. Surrounding them are the remnants of broken alchemical machines, their glowing parts hovering mid-air, and floating mirror spheres distort the landscape. The sky above transitions from a rich crimson red to a cold, almost black blue, casting an eerie light across the scene.

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