A mysterious nude woman with blue hair drifts weightlessly inside a vast, zero-gravity data ocean, where glowing streams of code flow like liquid constellations. She reclines on a massive, translucent manta ray formed of hard light, its surface flickering with shifting schematics of unknown technology. Around her, swarms of hovering drones shaped like crystalline violins glide in perfect synchronization, their laser strings humming an eerie, synthetic lullaby.
Enormous, disembodied robotic hands emerge from the void, delicately assembling floating, holographic orbs—each containing miniature, self-sustaining simulations of distant worlds. Below, an endless chessboard of neon circuitry pulses with every move of its AI-controlled pieces—towering knights sculpted from shifting fractals and bishops formed from swirling quantum singularities.
A serpentine, glasslike monorail slithers through the digital cosmos, its passengers flickering between existence and static, glimpses of forgotten identities lost within the machine. In the distance, a great, artificial owl with iridescent, clockwork eyes hovers in silence, its wings unfurling to reveal complex, three-dimensional star maps charting paths to realities yet to be discovered.
The entire scene pulses with an artificial heartbeat, a fusion of data and dream, where the boundaries between consciousness and code blur into an infinite, surreal algorithm.
