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A golden hourglass, suspended in midair within an endless hall of mirrors, contains not sand, but tiny, swirling galaxies trapped within its curved glass. The hourglass tilts slightly with no visible force acting upon it, and each grain of stardust that falls seems to stretch into infinity before vanishing. The mirrors reflect not the hourglass, but infinite variations of it—some cracked, some reversed, some entirely empty, as if predicting countless possibilities of time unraveling. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1