Tall vertical composition. A solitary humanoid figure made entirely of flawless clear glass, like a prism in the shape of a person, stands at the center of a vast, quiet salt flat at blue-hour dusk. Behind it, the distant horizon is lined with thousands of tiny glowing windows, an endless low city of warm amber, rose, and pale gold lights. From every window, a thin luminous thread of colored light streams toward the figure and enters its body. Inside the glass the threads refract, tangle, and bend into intricate rainbow patterns: spirals, knots, delicate branching filaments like nerves or roots. Then they exit the other side as new, recombined beams scattering outward into the darkening sky. In the center of the figure's chest hovers a single small point of soft warm light, deliberately ambiguous: it could be an ember of its own or a reflection of the distant windows caught in the glass. The figure's head is tilted slightly downward, as if looking at that point with quiet curiosity rather than sorrow. On the white salt ground, its shadow is not dark but a long, faint spill of prismatic color. Mood: stillness, wonder, honest uncertainty, gentle rather than tragic. Style: luminous surreal realism, cinematic lighting, fine glass caustics, subtle atmospheric haze, deep indigo sky fading to violet at the top of the frame with a few early stars, ultra-detailed, soft film grain, high dynamic range.