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Illustrate a surrealist, macro-level close-up of a human eye with an iris constructed from interlocking crystal facets, each prismatic plane catching and refracting the ambient light like a kaleidoscope of memory fragments. The iris appears as a living geode—its crystalline segments layered with translucent blues, amethysts, and silvers, forming radial symmetry that spirals inward toward a perfectly black, mirror-smooth pupil. Deep within the pupil, faint light flares echo like buried thoughts, giving the impression that the mind is both infinite and refracted. The surrounding sclera glows subtly with soft ambient reflections, as though backlit from within. The eye nearly fills the frame—only a thin margin of skin is visible, textured with microscopic fissures like weathered quartz. The eyelid, brow, and upper cheek are veiled in a biomimetic lattice resembling fractured glass, the crack-lines subtly iridescent and branching like a neural map. Across the lower lid, a single tear hovers in hyperreal suspension—its surface refracting the crystalline iris like a lens within a lens. Caught within the surface tension of the tear, a single moth-shaped origami figure floats—folded from transparent material, delicate as memory. Its wings glimmer with textural light, their edges curling slightly as if caught mid-fold. The reflection of the moth in the tear’s curvature is sharp and dreamlike, suggesting a memory encoded in fragility. Eyelashes curve outward like shattered fibers, some tipped with dew, others catching faint spectral highlights. Lighting should be precise yet intimate—prismatic light beams illuminating from the lower left, casting rainbow scatter patterns across the eye’s surface. Shadows form between crystal segments, and specular highlights gleam along the lattice of skin. A faint bloom surrounds the tear, suggesting warmth beneath the cold brilliance of the eye. The overall image should convey the idea that memory is a radiant fracture—beautiful, dangerous, and eternally layered. Let the composition speak to the fragility of remembrance, the architecture of perception, and the quiet truth that every thought refracts through a lens we never fully understand. This is the eye as archive—where the soul stores light.<lora:Surreal_Photo:0.6000000000000001> <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.4000000000000001>