Three panels unfold a fractured vision of time and consciousness. On the left, galaxies swirl within the black pool of a dilated pupil, while golden filaments bridge human and machine in the center like synaptic lightning. To the right, splintered mirrors reflect divergent futures—some with eyes shut in eternal sleep, others wide with witness. Between them drift disassembled clock hands, some racing forward, others slipping backward, all out of sync. The same severed head persists throughout, cradled by invisible forces, its expression caught between agony and epiphany.
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