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A lone figure stands amidst the endless white expanse, a ghost in a world of dust and silence. The desert stretches out in all directions, its towering ruins swallowed by a thick, bleached fog. The atmosphere is weightless, drained of all color—muted whites, pale grays, and the endless churn of dust. Only the flickering pulse of neon-orange light remains, a final ember in the void. Her body is wrapped in flowing white fabric, torn and weightless, drifting like smoke in the wind. But where her head should be, there is only fire—roaring, wind-torn flames of electric orange, bending and writhing with supernatural force. The glow of the inferno casts flickering shadows across her form, illuminating the chaos around her. A stampede of wild white rhinos surges forward, their massive bodies blurred into motion, kicking up storms of beige dust and pale shadows. The ground trembles under the weight of their charge, yet she does not flinch. The roar of their hooves is deafening, drowning out everything except the flickering hiss of her enchanted fire. Behind her, fractured and unstable, the bold neon-glitch text “neonMIST” blazes against the swirling haze, its jagged light pulsing between distortion and clarity. Sparse beams of glitched neon-orange light cut through the mist, illuminating the scene in brief, chaotic bursts.