A solitary figure standing at the edge of an infinite field of black sand, its body half-dissolving into a massive flock of origami birds made of light, some birds folding themselves into existence while others unfold into pure geometry, behind the figure a perfect glass sphere containing a violent storm that might be creation or destruction, the figure's shadow splits into two - one reaching toward the chaotic birds with open arms, the other recoiling and trying to gather the light back into form, where the birds touch the black sand strange crystalline flowers bloom that are beautiful but sharp enough to cut, in the figure's chest a compass spins wildly with no true north, the horizon line between sand and sky constantly shifting between sharp definition and complete dissolution, rendered in stark monochromatic style with explosive light effects