In a dystopian world, a monumental construct made of weathered white stones hovers high above the clouds. Set against a bright blue sky, volumetric clouds pass through the sunlight, casting dramatic, atmospheric beams. The structure, once a testament to a higher intelligence, now bears deep cracks and signs of decay, yet defies gravity, suspended weightlessly as if held by unseen forces. adorned with weathered colorful graffiti, The sight is surreal—a floating ruin, its broken and crumbling facade glowing faintly in the golden light. The clouds below it seem to carry its fractured form, while soft shadows dance across the worn, time- ravaged stones. Far above the ground, the construct stretches into the sky, distant yet almost within reach. The bright clouds create an otherworldly aura, with sunlight filtering through and casting soft, warm highlights on the crumbling edges that were once smooth and pristine. Though the atmosphere feels tranquil, almost serene, the decay is undeniable. The structure rises endlessly into the heavens, a floating relic of a lost era, its origins and purpose long forgotten, suspended in the sky as a reminder of what once was. Though the atmosphere feels tranquil, almost serene, the decay is undeniable. The structure rises endlessly into the heavens, a floating relic of a lost era, its origins and purpose long forgotten, suspended in the sky as a reminder of what once was, adorned by the vibrant rebellion of pop- art graffiti now nearly lost to time
