Desolate wasteland, eerie twilight. A black cat with piercing eyes sits in the barren dirt, its silhouette sharp against the burnt-orange sky. It guards a single tattered red flag, planted defiantly in the cracked earth. The landscape is lifeless—towering, eroded pillars of stone loom in the background, their jagged forms softened by thick clouds streaked with molten gold, deep crimson, and sickly yellow. Shadows stretch unnaturally long, framing the cat as the sole presence in an abandoned world. A heavy stillness lingers, as if something unseen is watching, waiting. The composition is cinematic, centered yet distant, evoking an unsettling, prophetic atmosphere.