<lora:JoshKirbyStyle:1>Josh Kirby Style, Doctor Who and companions face a temporal paradox in the TARDIS control room. The Doctor's face stretches in rubbery amazement, sonic screwdriver extending impossibly as it analyzes readings from the console's bewildering array of anachronistic controls—gramophone horns, typewriter keys, and astronomical instruments from multiple eras. Companions with grotesquely exaggerated expressions of wonder witness impossible machinery in motion—time rotors containing miniature galaxies, levers that exist in multiple positions simultaneously, and screens showing alternate timelines with hyperdetailed clarity. The TARDIS interior warps beyond its already impossible dimensions—corridors looping back on themselves, rooms existing in quantum superposition, and architectural elements combining organic and mechanical properties. Through the partially open doors, cosmic threats with anatomical impossibilities appropriate to beings outside time—limbs existing in multiple timeframes, faces showing past and future simultaneously—attempt to breach the dimensional barriers.
