A cloaked figure behind a neon, glowing humanoid emerging from a cauldron. A council watches in a dark, star-filled chamber. Fantasy art.

Create a neon (graphic style) painting that depicts the below scene Vint stepped forward, dragging a dying timeline behind him like a cloak. “No more offers,” he whispered. “We plant the Spindle.” The Council fell silent. Ashëta’s voice was almost reverent. “You mean to wake the Continuum Seed?” “Yes,” said Vint. “From the remnants of Eidolon. From the DNA of their First Fire. We will grow a paradox child. Not born from a timeline—but from all timelines. A being the Firefighters cannot burn.” They looked down into the cauldron of what-ifs. The child had already begun forming—limbs woven from motherless futures, eyes made of unwitnessed history, a mouth that sang with a voice it hadn't yet learned. The Spindle. The last hope of the Neon Indians. Not to rewrite time… But to out-narrate it See more