Prompt:
A mystical being of starlight, draped in an orange, fiery gown that cascades to the floor in a silken parade, sits poised on a throne in a chamber of azure, surrounded by shadows that play and dance across the walls. Her gaze is far and wide, lost in the depths of a mirror of gold, ornate with spikes that gleam, reflecting a world of fevered dreams and secrets. The mirror's frame is a portal to a recursive maze, where colors collide in a mystic haze. Beside the throne, a sturdy, old wooden table holds a vase of amber, a story untold, and a glass prism that catches the beams of the endless night, casting an ethereal glow. Above, a round portal, a window to the seas, reveals waves that twist and curl in unearthly ease, while towers of mist, like thoughts in the air, float in a realm where none would dare. The being's eyes, twin moons in a face so pale, reflect the truths that never fail, as she sits, a guardian, a silent guide, her form a bridge where worlds collide. The room, a temple, a sacred space, is a grand display of the All, where time and eternity interlace, and the threads of orange, blue, gold, and gray weave together in a cosmic tapestry. Inspired by the surreal, dreamlike quality of Mark Rothko's color fields, the intricate, symbolic language of H.R. Giger's biomechanical art, and the mystical, otherworldly landscapes of Zdzisław Beksiński's paintings.
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