Figure surréaliste se dissolvant en papillons dans un mandala sacré

a feverish hallucination woven from the gold-leafed threads of metamorphosis, where {Gustav Klimt's geometries|Mati Klarwein's psychedelic deities| collide in a molten mandala, fractal oracle. The foreground pulses with figure dissolving into butterflies, their skin etched with {sacred sigils, hieroglyphic constellations}, bathed in luminous bioluminescence, The background swirls with {Byzantine tessellations|Aztec codex spirals|, every inch dense with esoteric symbology. The palette is bruised violet and radioactive amber, rendered in {hyper-detailed gouache|oil-slick digital collage. Shadows elongate unnaturally, faces emerge from the grain of wood, hands grasp from beyond the frame, the canvas itself appears to digest the viewer. The composition feels simultaneously ancient and post-human, unearthed from a pharaoh's VR tomb or beamed from a dying star's last dream.