(Zdzisław Beksinski, oil painting, grotesque horror surrealism, dark fantasy, ultra- detailed textures, ambient horror lighting, unsettling atmosphere) – A gargantuan centipede coils around the remains of an ancient, crumbling temple, its segmented body gleaming with metallic chitin that reflects the flickering glow of corpse- fed pyres. Countless spiked legs twitch erratically, scraping against the blackened stone, releasing a sound like wailing spirits. The temple, half- submerged in a pit of rotting flesh and rusted chains, is adorned with eroded statues of faceless monks, their hands clasped in silent, eternal prayer, their mouths sewn shut with living sinew. Venom drips from the centipede’s gaping mandibles, glowing phosphorescent green as it carves deep trenches into the altar below. The sky swirls with decayed parchment and torn wings, a scripture of the forsaken written in the ashes of lost souls. A lone traveler in tattered red robes drags a rusted censer through the ruins, thick smoke trailing behind them as they step closer to the nightmare. ar 16:9- q 5- v 6. 0