A severed hand made of polished marble, its fingers outstretched as if grasping for something unseen, rests upon a velvet pedestal in a vault submerged beneath blackened waters. Golden chains wrap tightly around the wrist, anchoring it to the pedestal, and yet the hand twitches occasionally, its movement slow but deliberate. The vault is lined with mirrors, though none of them reflect the hand—only the ever-growing cracks that spiderweb across their surfaces. , aidmamjv7, aidmaHyperrealism, aidmaimageupgrader