A washed-out, overexposed Anaglyph vision—a divine goddess in a high-collared gown with a plunging neckline, leaning forward with an all-powerful, knowing smile. The décolletage is striking, bathed in bleached neon light, edges dissolving into flickering white burns. Her gaze, radiant and omniscient, pierces like a celestial flame, lens flaring chaotically as if reality itself were melting under the weight of her presence. The landscape behind her is a warped fever dream—black holes barely visible through layers of optical distortion, their gravitational pull twisting the film reel itself, fracturing the scene with ghostly light leaks and chaotic chromatic aberration. Destruction looms in a dystopian metropolis, bending in reverence to her divinity.