 ral-ppr,
Cool moonlight spills through the shattered stained-glass windows of a paper observatory, casting intricate shadows on a beautiful android woman. Her skin, a tapestry of silver celestial maps, flakes away, revealing delicate clockwork gears that shimmer like pearls beneath. Each falling flake whispers of a star lost, a forgotten memory, a fragment of her being drifting into the void. A single tear, catching the moonlight, rolls down her cheek, reflecting the shattered image of a forgotten moon - a symbol of the wholeness she can no longer grasp, a reminder of the celestial dance she's falling out of sync with.
The observatory itself is a testament to a grand ambition now crumbling. The paper walls, once vibrant with star charts and equations, peel away like dead skin, revealing the gaping maw of the void behind. It nibbles at the edges of reality, threatening to consume her, to unravel the delicate clockwork of her being. Even the gears beneath her skin, once symbols of intricate perfection, are now dulled with a patina of decay. They tick and whir with the melancholy of a universe winding down, echoing the emptiness that’s beginning to claim her.
The forgotten moon reflected in her tear isn’t just a celestial body; it’s a lost fragment of her own soul, swallowed by the void. Her every tear is a microcosm of this cosmic decay, a silent lament for a universe forgetting itself, for a being losing its grip on existence, falling forever into the abyss of oblivion.