Visualize a sprawling desert, but instead of sand, the ground is covered with shimmering, broken mirror fragments that reflect fragments of the sky above. Floating islands hover just a few feet off the ground, each one holding a single, peculiar object—a glowing gramophone playing music only the listener can hear, a giant clock that ticks backward, a fishbowl with a miniature universe spinning inside. In the distance, mountains made of glistening glass rise into the sky, casting rainbow prisms across the scene. A river made of liquid gold winds through the landscape, defying gravity by flowing uphill, and along its banks are enormous, porcelain teacups large enough for a person to sit in, filled with swirling clouds instead of tea. At the center of the scene stands a massive, hollow tree with no leaves, its twisted branches holding hundreds of tiny, floating candles that emit soft, glowing trails. This tree’s roots reach into the air, holding up a shimmering labyrinth of staircases that lead nowhere and everywhere, like a dream of endless possibilities. In the foreground, a figure with butterfly wings instead of a face gazes at the viewer. They wear an intricate, ornate robe made of lace, gemstones, and woven leaves. Their hands release a handful of sparkling dust that transforms into tiny, floating worlds mid-air, each spinning and orbiting around the other in a miniature galaxy that drifts upward and out of sight. Above, the sky is both day and night, with one half glowing with a fiery, golden sun, and the other filled with stars and a crescent moon, the two blending together seamlessly in the center. The entire scene shimmers with an otherworldly light, giving the impression that reality here is fragile, a place born from the edges of a wild, untamed imagination.
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