A majestic, time capsule unfurls before us, its worn, golden edges creaking with

A majestic, time capsule unfurls before us, its worn, golden edges creaking with age. A tender ink wash painting of a chubby-cheeked baby The Flash in red spandex dominates the center, futuristic Gotham City in the background surrounded by delicate brushstrokes of modern Asian artistry. Whispers of cherry blossom petals and wispy clouds dance across the borders, as if carried on the gentle breeze of a spring morning. The capsule's parchment glows with an otherworldly luminescence, set against a rich, burnt-orange background that seems to pulse with the warmth of a crackling fire. Vibrant colors burst forth from the edges, like the first blush of dawn on a summer solstice - chromatic aberration adds a mesmerizing depth, as if we could reach out and touch the tender strokes. The overall effect is a cinematic masterpiece, a UHD-worthy still-life that defies the boundaries of time and space.