A night- time surreal scene set in an endless dry lake bed, its cracked earth stretching toward distant, shadowed mountains beneath a vast, deep- blue sky. The air is still, silent, but the world feels alive in its stillness. At the center of the scene, a colossal female hand emerges from the fractured ground, its fingers reaching skyward as if breaking free from something buried beneath. The skin of the hand is a hammered gold and weathered. In the palm of the hand is a human eye staring down at a small girl. A small girl in a bright yellow raincoat stands before the massive hand, her tiny figure dwarfed by its presence. She holds a red balloon in one hand, its string barely swaying in the breeze. Her head is tilted back, staring up at the hand’s middle finger, where the largest eye is open, staring directly back at her. Above them, the sky is filled with thousands of floating red balloons, their vibrant color stark against the deep navy night sky. They drift in all directions, some higher, some lower, as if they are being released by unseen hands. The scene is both quiet and unsettling, something ancient has begun to wake. The lighting is subtle, the scene bathed in cold moonlight, casting long shadows across the cracked earth. The red balloons glow faintly in the dim light, giving the impression that they are not just balloons, but something more—something watching, waiting