In Salvador Dalí’s style, envision a top-down scene with an enormous grandfather clock, its pendulum frozen in a surreal, drippy arc. The clock’s face opens to reveal a portal glowing with an otherworldly bluish light. Inside, gears and cogs swirl in a liquid dance, suspended in timeless flux. Melting clock hands, entwined with arcane symbols, drip like wax, while glowing runes and living vines merge into the clock’s distorted frame, creating a hallucinogenic pattern. At the center, a young woman with porcelain skin and raven-black hair, back to the viewer, steps into the portal. Her white robe ripples and melts like liquid light, trailing as she enters the portal’s pulsating glow. Her sapphire eyes, wide with awe, reflect the portal’s shifting colors as she moves into a fantastical landscape: mountains with melting peaks, a volcano spewing twisted lava, and a river of steam winding through a charred, morphing forest. The grandfather clock rests on a dark, liquid floor that warps and ripples, mirroring the portal’s light. Above, a crescent moon oozes surreal luminescence, while stars float like dream fragments. The scene, with deep reds and blues, contrasts with the portal’s cool hues, enhanced by fluid, reflective lighting. The mood is hallucinogenic and dripping with distorted wonder, drawing viewers into the clock’s magical world, guided by the woman’s retreating form.