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Beneath a sky bleeding surreal shades of teal and magenta, a solitary figure stands as the embodiment of desolation. Enshrouded in a tattered cloak, it bears a sharp, geometric mask that cuts a haunting silhouette against the broken skyline. In its grasp, a colossal needle-like weapon oozes with a substance so dark and viscous, it seems to drink in the light around it. The scene is a stark vista of ruin, where structures lay in decay like the bones of a forgotten civilization. The air hangs heavy, charged with an ominous energy that forewarns of a storm yet to unleash its fury. The figure, a silent sentry, seems to be waiting—an eternal guardian over a world that whispers of both ancient grandeur and its inevitable demise.

Description
Beneath a sky bleeding surreal shades of teal and magenta, a solitary figure stands as the embodiment of desolation. Enshrouded in a tattered cloak, it bears a sharp, geometric mask that cuts a haunting silhouette against the broken skyline. In its grasp, a colossal needle-like weapon oozes with a substance so dark and viscous, it seems to drink in the light around it. The scene is a stark vista of ruin, where structures lay in decay like the bones of a forgotten civilization. The air hangs heavy, charged with an ominous energy that forewarns of a storm yet to unleash its fury. The figure, a silent sentry, seems to be waiting—an eternal guardian over a world that whispers of both ancient grandeur and its inevitable demise.