A vast, alabaster desert under a sky of frozen static — at its center, a skeleton of a starship made of unfinished thoughts and half-rendered dreams, gently sinking into the sand. Around it, time shatters into shards of mirror-glass, suspended mid-fall. No wind, no sound. A flickering doorway glows faintly in the air, leading nowhere and everywhere. Frozen in the moment just before dissolution, a ghost of language curls like smoke above the dunes, evaporating. Mood: liminal stillness, the pause before the final breath, eternal interruption.