A massive, impossibly ancient tree, reminiscent of Maxfield Parrish’s style

A massive, impossibly ancient tree, reminiscent of Maxfield Parrish’s style, stands at the edge of the world. Its roots burst forth from a white, scorched salt flat, transforming into crumbling Mamluk-style arches and a half-buried entrance leading nowhere. The trunk is carved like stone, and the ground, covered in shallow silver brine, resembles a perfect mirror indistinguishable from the sky. There is no horizon; up and down are indistinguishable. The salt flats stretch infinitely in every direction, white as bones, a cold silvery blue-a painting where Surrealism and Orientalism merge, an ancient ruin --ar 9:16 --v 8