In the heart of a decaying forest, a towering torii gate rises—an unsettling fusion of bone, sinew, and cold metal, as if birthed by the earth itself. This grotesque gate marks the entrance to a temple twisted by time, where stone and flesh merge in nightmarish harmony. Above, the sky churns with bruised purples, molten oranges, and electric blues, as if reality itself is unraveling. Beneath this apocalyptic sky, a group of warriors gathers. Clad in biomechanical armor that melds with their bodies, they are part human, part machine. Their faces are hidden behind masks of bone and chrome, eyes cold and determined. Their weapons, grotesque extensions of their bodies, pulse with dark energy, alive with sinister intent. The air is thick with decay, as if the forest itself watches through unseen eyes. A nearby pool of viscous liquid mirrors the chaotic sky and distant battle’s flickering lights. The crescent moon, sharp and metallic, casts fragmented shadows that twist across the ground like living creatures. The forest hums with an ominous sound, like ancient machines ticking in the darkness. Twisted trees reveal glistening, fleshy interiors, and skeletal structures rise in the distance, etched with cryptic symbols. The warriors exchange silent glances, their movements precise and disturbingly organic. Together, they advance toward the temple's gaping maw, ready to face the biomechanical horrors within and inscribe their names into this twisted reality