A crepuscular steampunk red fox with wilted copper limbs, stands atop a decrepit, cyclopean clockwork tower, amidst a synesthetic tapestry of dark, swirling mist and ravished clouds, at the threshold of a forgotten, labyrinthine forest, where branches beetle and twist, like_neg_ur decoder ring tape, as diaphanous, vermilion aurorae bloom and cauterize the landscape, set against a background of voluminous, wooden embattlements rife with errant ports and recording salsa, where scraps of botanical obsessia swirl in enchanted emerald crackle fueled graves.