A faded, dystopian depiction of Zeus, sitting slumped on a crumbling marble throne. His once- mighty form is draped in a tattered robe, his golden laurel now dull and worn. The sky above is thick with storm clouds, but the lightning in his grasp flickers weakly, a fading echo of past glory. The ruins of Olympus stretch behind him, overgrown and forgotten. His gaze is heavy, lost in thoughts of a world that no longer worships him. The scene is desaturated, melancholic, with a painterly texture that evokes the passage of time and the decay of power. ethdysty, neon- mist, detailed city
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