Across the endless desert, they marched—massive elephants with spindly spider-like legs, gracefully stepping through the sand. On their backs rested massive golden thrones, long abandoned by their owners. Time lost all meaning here; on the distorted horizon, melting clocks hung from invisible strings, as if suspended by an unseen hand. Everything was warped, obeying the strange, unreal logic of a dream. The elephants moved in silence, leaving no footprints, with only the floating geometric shapes as their eternal companions.