A drowned elf maiden floating in a flooded palace ballroom, her decayed ballgown made from algae and pearls. Her porcelain skin is cracked like broken china, revealing glowing aquamarine beneath. Hair fans out like black seaweed, tangled with blind cave fish and silver chains. Dozens of phantom hands (other drowned nobles) reach toward her from the murk. Above: shattered chandeliers refract light through 20 feet of water onto mosaics of forgotten wars. A ghostly waltz echoes. Style: eerie realism, subaqueous lighting, reminiscent of Zdzisław Beksiński and Annihilation’s aesthetic.