ethdysty. The title "Ethereal Dystopia" looms across the scene, etched into the sky itself like a faint, glowing inscription. Below it, a lone knight stands at the edge of a crumbling fortress. His armor is battered and scarred, but his posture remains resolute. The distant horizon is filled with towering war machines, their dark outlines barely visible in the fog of war. The air is thick with the haze of dying fires, and the ground is littered with the ruins of a once- glorious civilization. Above, the title seems to shimmer as though written in the smoke, as if the very essence of the empire’s fall is being written into the world itself. The knight, frozen in time, is the last bastion of a broken world, his presence as much a part of the landscape as the decaying ruins around him