Where sun and moon’s embrace falls short, in ruins old, we part, A gulf of ages vast unfolds, ninety thousand years depart. Through odysseys untamed and odd, no mercy found in art. Realm wanderer 'midst relics bold, with blade in hand, he starts, Through trials harsh and visions cold, he carves his silent mark. Worlds reshape at his command, no denials in his heart. His sword descends, a pact is sealed, with ancient stones aligned, O’er bone-laid peaks, his footsteps yield, through time’s relentless grind. Endless battles weave their tales, in ruins left behind. Amidst the crumbled spires of dreams, where cyberpunk mists unwind, A minimalist echo streams, through dystopian designs. Futuristic echoes gleam, surreal and undefined. In this scene, where utopian suns decline, Environmental themes convene, where fantasy’s enshrined. Ancient Ruins stand serene, their legacy confined. art by Yanjun Cheng, contemporary, digital, dreaminess, eeriness, femininity, illustration, portraits, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, masterpiece, sharp focus, natural lighting, high contrast, vivid, vibrant, m3m3, mythp0rt