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This wide-screen woodcut captures a harrowing moment at a decrepit intersection, where the veil of reality seems torn asunder. A dilapidated truck teeters under an impossible stack of crates, each inscribed with runes that whisper of ancient, dark deities. Spectral entities with unnaturally extended limbs stand sentinel, their silhouettes a grim audience to the scene. The crates, perhaps, a collection of forbidden relics, spill their secrets onto the asphalt, a sanctified site now desecrated. Above, the traffic light contorts, no longer a guide for the mundane but a beacon for the arcane, signaling to all that here lies a junction not just of roads, but of worlds unseen and best left unexplored.

Description
This wide-screen woodcut captures a harrowing moment at a decrepit intersection, where the veil of reality seems torn asunder. A dilapidated truck teeters under an impossible stack of crates, each inscribed with runes that whisper of ancient, dark deities. Spectral entities with unnaturally extended limbs stand sentinel, their silhouettes a grim audience to the scene. The crates, perhaps, a collection of forbidden relics, spill their secrets onto the asphalt, a sanctified site now desecrated. Above, the traffic light contorts, no longer a guide for the mundane but a beacon for the arcane, signaling to all that here lies a junction not just of roads, but of worlds unseen and best left unexplored.