A highly surreal, full-color tight portrait, where the woman’s head emerges from an ancient, petrified tree, her form blending seamlessly into its bark. The deep purple and black of the wood crack open to reveal glowing violet roots, pulsing with soft, luminescent energy, stretching across her shoulders and disappearing into the dry earth. The wind pulls at the edges of her form, causing tiny glowing shards of bark to peel away and float into the sky, where they dissolve into swirling violet galaxies and nebulas. Her hair is already gone—replaced by flowing streams of stardust, lifting into the atmosphere. Her expression remains calm, as if she is surrendering to the transformation, letting the wind carry her into the stars.