Prompt

close up portrait of a plasma vampire flickers like hypnotic fire in geometric shapes like a dna swirl of time and a fearsome fluffy dragon horse in A cavernous industrial warehouse becomes a fever-dream carnival of fire and smoke, lit exclusively by erratic strobes and the orange glow of unpredictable blazes. Every flame is a punchline and every extinguisher is the setup — this is comedy written in fire and smoke by a man who forgot the difference between destruction and joy.