A mysterious nude woman with dyed hair and cat ears drifts weightlessly inside a vast, celestial aquarium where galaxies swim like luminous jellyfish. She reclines on a massive, translucent seahorse that glows with shifting nebulae beneath its glassy skin. Around her, schools of floating violins glide in perfect harmony, their strings humming with an eerie, wordless lullaby. Enormous, disembodied hands emerge from the void, carefully arranging glowing marbles that contain miniature universes, spinning them like cosmic baubles. Below, an endless chessboard made of shifting constellations ripples with each move of its celestial pieces—towering knights sculpted from comets and bishops formed from spiraling black holes. A serpentine train made of stained glass slithers through the cosmos, its windows revealing dreamlike tableaus of forgotten memories. In the distance, a great, ancient owl with hourglass eyes watches in silence, its wings unfurling to reveal maps of undiscovered dimensions. The entire scene vibrates with a quiet, infinite mystery, as if the fabric of existence itself is caught in an eternal, surreal dream.
