A failed elven alchemist transformed into a living cathedral. Her torso splits into gilded ribs holding a stained-glass heart, while her elongated limbs fuse with pewter pipes pumping molten gold. Face half-preserved in beauty, half-eroded to reveal clockwork. Hundreds of tiny homunculi worship her, stitching new skin from stolen tapestries. The lab-temple hybrid background shows alchemical vines consuming frescoes of her former life. Distorted choir vocals hum through copper lungs. Style: bio-mechanical surrealism, H.R. Giger meets Art Nouveau jewelry.