In a desert landscape stands a massive mirror, reflecting not the earth but the endless sky. In that sky, flying, distorted clocks stretch and melt, their numbers flowing in all directions, as if time has no meaning here. On the ground, elephants with bodies resembling cracked, dry earth lie down, their heads dissolving into the air. Everything around symbolizes the loss of time and the boundaries of reality, creating a sense of emptiness and infinity. Time hasn’t just stopped here—it has disappeared.

Across the endless desert, they marched—massive elephants with spindly spider-like legs, gracefully stepping through the sand. On their backs rested massive golden thrones, long abandoned by their owners. Time lost all meaning here; on the distorted horizon, melting clocks hung from invisible strings, as if suspended by an unseen hand. Everything was warped, obeying the strange, unreal logic of a dream. The elephants moved in silence, leaving no footprints, with only the floating geometric shapes as their eternal companions.