A colossal, decaying structure looms over a battlefield, its form a twisted amalgamation of ancient ruins and war machines. The structure’s walls are adorned with the faces of soldiers, their expressions frozen in silent screams. Below, the ground is scorched and barren, with rivers of blood flowing through the cracks. The sky above is a swirling vortex of dark clouds, with faint, eerie light illuminating the scene. The style combines the monumental scale of Beksiński with the intricate, otherworldly detail of Giger, creating a surreal, symbolic representation of the devastation of war
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