A storm of fractured light spirals inward, where five violent auras—crimson, cobalt, viridian, gold, and violet—writhe in dissonant union. Glyphs flicker like dying embers along the borders, tracing the arcs of their dissolution. The core twists into a hungry vortex, its edges disintegrating into whispers of static, as if the clash erases not just space but time itself.
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