**(H. R. Giger, biomechanical horror, surreal nightmare, ultra- detailed, monochromatic dread, biomechanical fusion, grotesque realism, eldritch sci- fi horror, industrial decay)** – A monstrous tarantula, its exoskeleton fused with glistening biomechanical plating, looms in the endless corridors of an abandoned industrial cathedral. Its chitinous body, pulsating with exposed tubes and sinewy wiring, is grafted with fractured metal plating, leaking viscous black ichor that pools in intricate, alien patterns beneath its hulking frame. Its multiple eyes, hollow and glass- like, refract the dim, flickering glow of distant warning lights, casting eerie reflections along the skeletal architecture of the decayed megastructure. The walls, lined with rib- like conduits and corroded machinery, pulse as if breathing, exhaling clouds of cold metallic mist. Rusted cables slither like tendrils, coiling around the tarantula’s segmented legs, merging seamlessly into its grotesque form, blurring the line between predator and machine. The air vibrates with a low, mechanical drone, a symphony of distant grinding metal and organic clicking, an inescapable hum of something ancient awakening in the void. In the distance, a lone humanoid figure, skin replaced with pale, sinewy tubing, kneels before the horror, arms outstretched in silent devotion, awaiting its fate. **- ar 16:9- q 5- v 6. 0**