Ethereal lunar-wyrm woman with luminous skin and iridescent scales, adorned with a necklace of shifting opal and a single pearl earring that shines like a moonrise on the lake Teku's dreamwater, floating amidst an aurora borealis that paints the sky with the brushstrokes of forgotten myths, surrounded by the calligraphic forms of lotus flowers that bloom with every divergent thought, as her eyes burn with an inner radiance that rivals the stars in the galaxies atlas, set against an unfolding scrollwork of woven narratives that unfurl like a lotus uncurling its petals in the city of Zenith's celestial markets where time has grown smarter and the art of clockmaking has descended to the levels of whalesong poetry, within a 32-bit color space of Cape cod future nostalgia and echoes of cygnus swansong, shot with Hasselblad frisson cam, on Metakon meteor light optic f/1.4 with Zobel soft matrix conversion algorithm.