A desolate wasteland stretches out beneath a blood-red sky. Twisted metal skeletons of buildings pierce through clouds of toxic smoke that billow across the horizon. A lone figure stands amidst the ruins, their face obscured by a tattered cloak, clutching a rusty sword in one hand. The ground is littered with debris: shattered glass, twisted rebar, and scorched earth. In the distance, a monstrous creature made of scrap metal stalks towards them, its eyes glowing red. The air crackles with energy as lightning strikes nearby structures, illuminating the scene in flashes of blinding light. There's an oppressive silence punctuated only by the howling wind whistling through broken windows.
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