A ballerina with porcelain limbs and a chest cavity full of overgrown clock gears pirouettes on a stage of frozen lava. Her tutu is stitched from irradiated moth wings, and her partner is a marionette of barbed wire controlled by AI-strings. The audience? Ghosts in VR headsets, their faces frozen in pre-war joy. (style: steampunk elegy), Phase One XT IQ4, --mood 1.4 --decay, aidmafluxpro1.1