You find yourself in an endless cosmic garden, where stars shimmer like dew drops on the petals of otherworldly blooms. The air is heavy with the scent of something unnameable—sweet, yet tinged with the crispness of a new dawn. In the center of this vast expanse stands a vase, much like the one in the image.

Inside it, two stems rise defiantly toward the sky, each crowned not with flowers but with clouds. The clouds gently pulse with light from within, illuminating the space around them as if holding tiny universes in their embrace. One cloud slowly releases a drizzle of golden rain that disappears before it reaches the ground, while the other hums softly, producing a lullaby you can’t quite remember but deeply feel.

As you step closer, you notice that the vase’s surface is alive, with constellations dancing across its porcelain curves. You reach out to touch it, but the moment your fingers graze the surface, the clouds unfurl, filling the sky with swirling galaxies and vibrant nebulae.