In Salvador Dalí’s style, imagine a top- down scene where an enormous grandfather clock stands impossibly upright, its pendulum frozen in a contorted arc. The clock’s open face reveals a portal pulsating with bluish, mystical energy. Inside, intricate gears and delicate cogs dance in a dreamlike, gravity- defying ballet, suspended in an eternal moment. Ornate clock hands, seemingly detached from time, are inscribed with arcane symbols, while glowing runes entwine with living vines that flow and merge into the clock’s distorted frame. At the center stands a young woman with porcelain skin and raven- black hair, draped in a flowing white robe that undulates like liquid light. Her hand extends toward the portal, her sapphire- like eyes reflecting its iridescent glow. She gazes into a fantastical landscape: mountains with melting peaks, a volcano erupting molten lava that spirals and coils, and a river of steam winding through a charred, distorted forest. The grandfather clock rests on a dark, reflective surface that morphs and warps, mirroring the glowing runes and the portal’s enigmatic light. Above, a crescent moon emits a faint, surreal glow, while stars drift like scattered 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, filled with warped wonder, drawing viewers into the clock’s ancient, fantastical realm, guided by the woman’s enigmatic, dreamlike presence