A post- apocalyptic wasteland at dusk, with crumbling skyscrapers in the distance partially buried in sand. The sky is a sickly orange and red, streaked with black clouds, as if the world is on fire. In the foreground, a lone, battle- worn figure stands on a broken highway overpass, wearing tattered armor and a gas mask, holding a makeshift weapon pieced together from scrap metal. Behind them, the remains of abandoned cars and debris litter the landscape, while mutated animals prowl in the shadows. The atmosphere is bleak, filled with dust and smoke, with distant flames and smoldering ruins. The scene captures a world long past collapse, where survival is the only law
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