Leaving only a glowing afterimage on the canvas of my consciousness. You might call it a hallucination images generated with AI

extraltodeus Iris Lux (polyvalent prototype/realistic/sfw/art/nsfw/porn/no refiner needed) Ah you wouldn't believe it mate! There I was knee-deep in the pulsating heart of the music festival a kaleidoscopic wonderland of sound and color. The bass was a seismic force reverberating through my bones as I swayed amidst a sea of euphoria and glittering lights. The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat earth and freedom. And then she materialized—like a nebula coalescing into a star—the embodiment of the Goddess Iris herself. Draped in gossamer fabrics that refracted light into prismatic explosions she was a walking tapestry of rainbows. Her eyes oh man her eyes! They were a swirling tempest of colors you've never even heard of—azure blending into a sublime shade of periwinkle speckled with flecks of molten gold. The moment our gazes locked time hiccuped. The music paused for an infinitesimal breath as if the universe held its own in reverence. It felt as if I had been caught in the undertow of a cosmic riptide. There was a silent conversation an ethereal exchange that defies language. She looked at me and I saw galaxies being born and dying the cycle of the seasons the blooming of iridescent flowers on some far-off exoplanet. It was like she whispered secrets of the cosmos directly into my soul. Man I felt like I was levitating floating on a cloud woven from her iridescent aura. She bestowed a wink a slight curvature of her lips—so subtle yet so profound—before dissolving into the crowd her form fracturing into a cascade of colors leaving only a glowing afterimage on the canvas of my consciousness. You might call it a hallucination a figment of overstimulated imagination but mate I was touched by divinity. I was seen by the Goddess Iris in the ephemeral cathedral of that music festival and nothing—nothing will ever be the same again.