Frosted glass style,wu,The Moonlit Ruins of the Celestial Garden,A crumbling steampunk garden,adrift in the void,where moonlight filters through shattered stained glass arches,casting soft amethyst and cobalt hues over overgrown paths of glowing moss and broken bronze statues. Massive gears,entwined with vines of luminescent ivy,slowly turn,driven by an unseen force. The air carries a faint melody,a song of a world that no longer exists,mixed with the scent of moon-drenched flowers,aged copper,and distant echoes of an ****** that fell to the stars,