In Salvador Dalí’s style, imagine a top-down scene with an enormous grandfather clock standing impossibly upright, its pendulum frozen in a distorted arc. The clock’s open face reveals a portal glowing with bluish, mystical energy. Inside, intricate gears and delicate cogs dance in a gravity-defying ballet, suspended in time. Ornate clock hands, detached from time, are etched with arcane symbols, while glowing runes entwine with living vines that meld into the clock’s surreal frame. At the center, a young woman with porcelain skin and raven-black hair faces away, stepping into the portal. Her flowing white robe ripples like liquid light as she moves into the portal’s ethereal glow. Her sapphire-like eyes, reflecting the portal’s hues, lead her into a fantastical realm: mountains with melting peaks, a volcano erupting molten lava that twists, and a river of steam winding through a charred, distorted forest. The grandfather clock rests on a dark, reflective surface that warps and mirrors the glowing runes and portal light. Above, a crescent moon casts a surreal glow, while stars drift like fragments of dreams. Dominated by deep reds and blues, the scene contrasts with the portal’s cool light, enhanced by distorted volumetric lighting. The mood is dark and warped, drawing viewers into the clock’s fantastical world, guided by the woman’s retreating form.