artilands02, a world on the edge of oblivion—the sky is torn between burning crimson and deep violet, the setting sun casting long golden shadows over jagged rock formations. A neon mist lingers over the ground, reflected in the black mirror lakes that stretch across the valleys, distorting reality like a fever dream. In the foreground stands a forbidden vision of beauty, a woman of overwhelming presence—her curves lush and irresistible, her revealing gown draped in a way that barely conceals her forbidden allure. Her skin glows under the dying light, kissed by shadows, while the wind toys with the tattered edges of her garment, teasing glimpses of what should remain unseen. Her eyes burn with an intoxicating mix of danger and seduction, locked onto the viewer with a knowing smirk. In one hand, she grips a massive, ancient sword, its blade humming faintly, pulsing with forgotten power. Behind her, a single neon-orange sunflower stands defiantly in the midst of a surreal green meadow, bathed in an eerie glow, as if it too knows that it should not exist in this dying world. The wind howls. The sun sinks lower. She takes a step forward. Color Scheme: Fiery reds, deep purples, neon blues, and shimmering gold. High contrast between light and shadow, evoking a sense of desire, danger, and divine power.