The Year Is 3000, And New Year S Eve In Neo-City Royalty-Free Stock Photo

Then, the heavens erupt. Not with the predictable fizz of terrestrial fireworks, but with a symphony of impossible pyrotechnics. Rockets ascend from hidden launchpads, trailing tails of stardust and plasma. They detonate mid-air in impossible geometries, blossoming into kaleidoscopic constellations that writhe and pulse. Emerald tendrils chase sapphire arcs, rubies clash with molten gold, leaving trails of smoky iridescence that linger like phantoms.