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ArtistTime uncoils in liquid veins, where clocks dissolve in earth’s remains. Stone breathes, roots entwine the past, seconds drip but never last. Mist drapes hills in silent codes, symbols whisper, fate corrodes. A sun that lingers, yet never glows— a world that stays, yet never knows. A dreamlike landscape where clocks melt into organic textures, inspired by Salvador Dalí, with paradoxical Magritte-style floating objects casting impossible shadows. The backdrop is an ethereal, Max Ernst-inspired forest with heavy textures, layered mist, and mysterious symbols. The color palette is muted, with splashes of unnatural neon hues. A faceless figure gazes at a hovering, glowing monolith. Hyper-detailed, blending realism with subconscious dream logic
Awake—yet lost in somewhere old,
a place once known, now dim and cold.
Steps dissolve in shifting sand,
yet time stands still at fate’s command.
Was it a dream, or was it real?
A fractured past you cannot feel.
Frozen whispers hum and call,
yet shadows cast no shape at all.
Are you the ghost, or just the dream?
A silent thread in fate’s regime?
The air is thick with nameless doom,
or is this light—a birth, a womb?
