A woman suspended from the ceiling by delicate, glowing filaments that resemble ethereal lotus strings, her face a serene mask of dark magenta and gold, as if a fusion of Terracotta warrior intricacy and modern surgical precision. Vines twist and curl around her body like a bridal veil, pulsing with a soft, otherworldly glow, while tiny, glowing harmonicas attach to her skin like aphid clusters. A solar-powered assembly of gears and cogs glints on her chest, a miniature mandala of burnished brass and dark gemstones. She wears a tattered, avant-garde headdress of interlocking, neon-colored fans that resemble a Rank Factory propeller, each one inscribed with Mandarin characters in script that seems to shimmer and writhe like a living thing. Her feet are encased in nipple-spiked, Anish Kapoor-inspired stilettos that pulse with a deep, magnetic light, as if they will attract and hold the very stars. In the background, her companion - a mangy, childhood teddy bear wearing an astral crown of twisted, copper wires and pulsing LED lights - watches over her from atop a frosted glass easel, its button eyes glowing with a benevolent, distant light.