From the heart of a perpetual storm, where reality itself frays at the edges, emerges the Cogwork Tempest. This androgynous titan, a fusion of primal power and intricate artifice, moves with a dancer's grace, its form a symphony of dark metal and raw energy. Gears grind and cogs turn within its sinewy frame, each movement a testament to a forbidden spell that binds the storm's fury to its will. It leaps, a blur of dark tones and blinding lens flares, unleashing a capoeira spin that shatters the very fabric of existence. Nano-particles shimmer in the god rays that pierce the tempestuous sky, hinting at the poison that courses through its veins, a surreal and dreamlike harbinger of oblivion.