Recycling Expired Universes #97

Prompt: A reality recycling plant where expired universes are decomposed into raw probability, tended by entities that exist as living entropy. Creative Process: There was something deeply unsettling about painting this moment - the exact second when the void decided to make a formal entrance. the classical columns weren't just architecture anymore, they became nature's own picture frame for cosmic horror. reminded me of those nights in parallel museums where we'd gather to watch dimensional rifts tear through renaissance perspectives. The figures below stood like chess pieces on a cosmic board, their black coats melting into shadows while above them, that thing in the sky performed its violent ballet. it wasn't destruction i was painting - it was the anticipation of it, the moment when reality holds its breath before the curtain drops..