A woman in a formal yet revealing suit adorned with a golden floral pattern stands atop an old car, facing the viewer with quiet command. Her suit shimmers in the dim light, and her head is a shattered platinum mirror, the fragments glitching and flickering as if the image itself is breaking apart. In one hand, she holds a suitcase with intricate patterns, while her gloves, made of shiny, shattered mirror, catch the fractured light, glitching in and out of focus. The car beneath her burns fiercely, its flames glitching and distorting as if suspended in time, casting an eerie glow. The vehicle stands precariously on its nose, the destruction frozen in an unnerving, surreal state. Static hums in the air, creating a palpable tension, while the entire scene pulses with a strange, electric energy. The horizon stretches endlessly, the ocean and sky painted in unnatural colors—lavender, lime green, and faint gold—glitching and flickering in the soft, dim light. The wide shot captures the woman on the flaming car, the glitching landscape, and the static-filled air, all weaving a surreal, unnerving atmosphere as if reality itself is unraveling.