A rugged male nomad, mid- 30s, stands atop a sand dune, holding a weathered spear. His sunburned skin, wrapped in torn, dusty clothing, hints at years of desert survival. Behind him, a vast, endless wasteland stretches beneath a scorching sun. The remnants of a shattered, metallic city glint faintly in the background. He gazes out, determined, scanning the horizon as a sandstorm brews in the distance. His long hair is tangled, and his eyes are piercing. A feeling of isolation and resilience dominates the scene, with warm, dusty hues setting a harsh, unforgiving tone
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