Zdzisław Beksiński style, oil painting, grotesque horror surrealism—A decaying, skeletal megastructure stretches endlessly into a darkened, ashen sky, its towering spires eroded by time, tangled with remnants of torn, bloodstained banners. The walls, fused with petrified flesh and jagged bone, pulse faintly as if still alive, their twisted, organic patterns resembling tormented faces frozen in silent agony. A thick fog of ochre and sickly green rolls through the desolate expanse, obscuring the crumbling remains of statues depicting eyeless, hollow- faced figures, their elongated limbs reaching skyward in silent despair. The cracked ground seeps with black, tar- like sludge, reflecting the eerie glow of fractured monolithic altars, where eldritch symbols flicker like dying embers. In the distance, twisted archways stand like the ribs of a forgotten colossus, framing an abyss of infinite darkness. A lone, robed figure stands at the edge of a skeletal bridge, its tattered form barely distinguishable from the decay surrounding it. The air is thick with the scent of dust and decay, an eternal silence lingering as if the world itself has long ceased to breathe