The hand's gnarled branches reach out like twisted tendrils, each fruit a mesmerizing blend of vibrant colors that seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The sea beneath it churns with a dark intensity, its inky depths shifting and roiling in a hypnotic dance. Above, the sky is a swirling vortex of chaotic patterns, a kaleidoscope of hues that seem to defy all sense of order or reason. In the distance, a lone figure stands on the shore, gazing up at the tree with a mixture of awe and dread, as if sensing the profound significance of this surreal and haunting scene. by henry asencio AND ANDREW ATROSHENKO, A colorful world of creativity: style fantasy carne griffths