Five jagged geometric figures drift in a void of smoldering orange and abyssal black, their translucent planes etched with the ghostly imprints of shattered circuitry. A faint emerald spiral pulses at the heart of the central form, turning with glacial patience. Between their fractured edges, the keen-eyed might discern the skeletal remains of cityscapes—grids crumbling into the dark, visible only when the world narrows to a razor’s edge.
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