Repairman

A mysterious woman with pink hair and iridescent butterfly wings floats effortlessly inside a cavernous, otherworldly greenhouse, where alien flowers bloom with bioluminescent petals that pulse in sync with her breath. She lounges on a massive, oversized lotus blossom, its petals shimmering like liquid silver, drifting atop an ocean of translucent liquid that ripples with soft waves of color. Surrounding her, enormous glowing butterflies with transparent wings the size of billboards flutter, leaving trails of glitter that form swirling patterns in the air. In her hands, she holds a golden hourglass, but instead of sand, it’s filled with liquid light that moves in slow-motion, forming constellations within its confines. Above her, floating chandeliers made of crystal tendrils drip a gentle rain of shimmering stardust, while strange, metallic vines coil lazily around them, pulsing with a rhythmic hum. Giant floating entities made of smoke and light swim lazily by, trailing long, delicate strands that stretch through the air like threads of a dream. On the far side of the greenhouse, a massive clock — its face an enormous, swirling nebula — ticks forward, but each second feels like an eternity as the hands move in odd, circular motions. Nearby, a towering figure made of shifting shadows stands motionless, its eyes glowing like twin supernovae, silently observing the scene. As the woman breathes, the entire space seems to ripple, as though reality itself is bending around her, caught in the delicate web of an eternal, celestial reverie.