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    A massive celestial whale, its body composed of intertwining prickly pear cactus pads, glides gracefully through an endless, star- filled sky. Its skin glows faintly with bioluminescent flowers, leaving a shimmering trail of golden pollen in its wake. Tiny, floating succulent fish follow in its path, their translucent fins glowing like desert fireflies. Below, the universe stretches infinitely, painted in swirling hues of violet, deep blue, and warm amber. The whale’s gentle song reverberates through the cosmos, a soft, haunting melody that echoes across the silent void. On its back, a tiny nomadic traveler—clad in a flowing robe made of soft cactus fibers—gazes at the universe, holding a lantern that flickers like a distant sun

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    easynegative, No mechanical or cybernetic elements, no dark horror themes, no cold metallic surfaces, no futuristic space stations, no lack of organic textures.

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