In a vast, desolate desert under the blazing heat of three suns, a towering figure made entirely of molten glass walks slowly across the shimmering dunes. His body reflects the harsh sunlight, each step causing ripples of heat to rise from the sand, distorting the air around him. In his hand, he holds a staff made of obsidian, its tip glowing faintly with a cold, white light that contrasts with the fiery desert landscape. Behind him, the remnants of a once- great city lie in ruins, its twisted metal towers crumbling and half- buried beneath the endless waves of sand. The sky above is a deep, burnt orange, and the suns hang low, casting long, sharp shadows across the scorched earth. Despite the oppressive heat, the air is filled with a quiet stillness, broken only by the soft, almost imperceptible crackling of the figure’s glassy form. Far in the distance, strange, hovering creatures move lazily through the air, their translucent wings catching the sunlight as they drift aimlessly above the dunes. The figure’s glowing eyes are fixed on the horizon, where a single, dark cloud begins to form, a sign of something ancient and powerful awakening in the heart of the desert. ck- nw, in the style of ck- nw<lora:ck- Neon- Retrowave>