In the middle of an endless desert, a colossal, shattered hourglass lies half-buried in the golden sand, its glass shards reflecting an eerie, unnatural glow. Instead of sand, tiny, luminous numbers spill from its broken halves, tumbling in slow motion before floating upward as if gravity has no hold on them. A lone figure in tattered robes stands nearby, their shadow stretching impossibly far, watching the digits swirl like fireflies around them. The sky above is a swirling nebula of deep purples and electric blues, where constellations rearrange themselves into strange equations before dissolving again. The wind carries the faint hum of distant whispers, like a cosmic equation being endlessly recalculated. Around the scene, strange cacti grow in perfect geometric patterns, each adorned with tiny, blinking eyes that open and close in slow, rhythmic unison. The figure reaches out a gloved hand, and the numbers twist and coil around their fingers like living creatures, pulsing with a soft, sentient light. A massive, celestial clock looms on the horizon, its hands spinning erratically, counting time that does not exist. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>