Three stark panels pulse with silver against void-black. To the left, five geometric knights dissolve into a vortex, their blades flickering like fractured time, while arcane equations hover at their edges. At center, an inverted hourglass spills darkness upward, each grain a dying civilization, coalescing mid-air into a hollow skull. To the right, a severed head drifts through nebulous depth, its gaze mirroring endless city-grids—tethered to a nascent orb by a thread that throbs gold, fraying and mending in perpetual ambivalence. The whole thrums with silent rebellion against entropy.
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