ORIGINAL PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (arnold lobel:1. 4), as a (zentangle:1. 6). A surrealistic depiction of going from the sublime to the ridiculous. complex patterns. PRODUCTION PROMPT: An artwork done in the style of (arnold lobel:1. 4), as a (zentangle:1. 6). As I stood at the edge of the precipice, gazing out at the vast expanse of turbulent sea, the waves seemed to swirl and twist in impossible ways, as if the very fabric of reality was being torn asunder by their ceaseless motion. The sky above was a deep, foreboding shade of indigo, with clouds that appeared to be made of some sort of dark, rubbery material that quivered and flexed like living things. As I peered out into the void, my reflection began to take shape in the water below, only to morph and contort in ways that defied all logic or reason. My image stretched and elongated, its limbs growing longer and more spindly, until I resembled some sort of aquatic, Gothic archangel. The air around me seemed to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate the absurdity of my presence. But then, in an instant, everything changed. My figure began to shift and contort once more, its features melting away like wax in a furnace as it resolved into that of a rubbery, anthropomorphic chicken. The waves ceased their turbulent motion, and the clouds snapped back into their proper, shapeless forms, but the sky remained, an unsettling shade of indigo that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. As I stood there, frozen in wonder at the absurdity of it all, a great, gaudy castle rose up from the depths of the sea, its towers and turrets glinting like polished gold in the faint light. The chicken- chicken hybrid that was once my reflection gazed back at me with beady, black eyes, as if to say, "What's for lunch?"