touch of tzeentch, wild sorcery, surreal photorealism, hyper-detailed scene — a robed figure, face obscured by a gold-and-cerulean mask etched with ever-shifting fractal glyphs, stands alone before a massive stained-glass window overlooking a swirling galactic maelstrom. The robe flows like liquid midnight, hemmed in glinting star-patterns that dissolve into stardust. Behind them, twin pillars of obsidian frame the scene; beneath, a mosaic floor in iridescent tiles depicts spiraling chaos symbols and burning eyes. From their raised palm, a serpentine coil of prismatic fire floats upward, trailing geometric filaments. The glass beyond is a kaleidoscope of warped stars and fracturing timelines. A black hole burns in the distance, casting unnatural illumination that reflects off their regalia in hues of pink, ultramarine, and gold. The air is thick with ethereal runes, drifting like ash. This is prophecy manifest — time uncoiled.
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