(Zdzisław Beksinski, oil painting, grotesque horror surrealism, ethereal and eerie, dark fantasy, high- detail textures, surreal lighting, atmospheric horror) – A colossal moth drifts through an ashen wasteland, its translucent wings of tattered, mummified flesh stretching wide, glowing faintly with an eerie, spectral luminescence. The surface of its wings is inscribed with writhing, blackened symbols, shifting and distorting like living shadows, whispering the forgotten names of lost souls. Its skeletal thorax pulsates with a sickly inner glow, casting flickering patterns on the barren ground below. Beneath it, a funeral procession of faceless pilgrims shrouded in flowing, tattered robes marches toward an abyssal chasm, their movements slow and mechanical, as if bound by an unseen force. The sky churns with decayed, swirling clouds, an ever- consuming void where the stars have long since died. A single figure lingers at the edge of the abyss, reaching toward the colossal moth as if seeking salvation in its hollow gaze. ar 16:9- q 5- v 6. 0