A massive ghostly pirate ship rests in an endless desert, its colossal hull half- buried in golden dunes that shimmer under an eerie cyan glow. Stripped masts stretch toward a stormy violet- tinged sky, tangled with tattered, translucent remnants drifting like lost souls. The decayed wood pulses with spectral mist, and rusted chains clank in the dry, whispering breeze. At the ship’s center, an intricate spiral of swirling energy emerges, a luminous vortex of deep blues, fiery oranges, and iridescent purples, its fractal edges flickering with ghostly filigree. This hypnotic spiral pulses, casting shifting patterns of color across the dunes, illuminating silver veins that pulse with an otherworldly rhythm. Ghostly mist rolls from the ship’s decks, snaking through the sand like creeping phantoms, while echoes of distant voices whisper in the air. The atmosphere crackles with supernatural energy as the horizon reveals the faint mirage of another lost vessel flickering in and out of existence, a relic of a forgotten age adrift in this spectral wasteland