An avatar in an eternal server garden, standing still as time fractures around him. His face is unreadable--layers of glitch, chrome, and wire. His crown floats, surrounded by rotating shards of memory. His wrist bleeds light, the number 11 glowing like a countdown. The roses bloom in impossible directions, roots forming ghost hands. A full moon rises, cracked like a God’s broken promise. --ar 9:16 --v 7 --stylize 1000 --weird 3 --profile ym8fdyt
