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<lora:SW_PoecticV5minis02:1> z1os. The scene opens on a vast desert city built around a massive industrial complex. The camera is positioned slightly elevated, overlooking an enormous open yard surrounded by low, brutalist structures and towering factory stacks. The ground is cracked and dusty, stained with oil and metal residue. Heat waves distort the air, and the sunlight is harsh, casting long, sharp shadows across everything. At the center of the yard, dozens of gigantic armored mechs stand in rows. They are inactive, locked in place like statues. Each one is different in design, but all share a heavy, militarized look. Thick armor plating, reinforced limbs, and integrated weapon systems define their silhouettes. Some are incomplete, with exposed internal frameworks, visible cables, and open panels. Others are fully assembled, standing upright with heads slightly tilted downward, as if dormant. Cranes and mechanical arms move slowly between them, lifting parts, welding sections, and maintaining the machines. Sparks fly in small bursts, briefly illuminating the metal surfaces. Workers appear tiny in comparison, moving along scaffolding or standing at control stations. Their presence emphasizes the massive scale of the mechs. In the background, the city spreads outward, a mix of industrial zones and dense housing, partially swallowed by dust and haze. Large pipelines and transport rails connect everything, forming a network that feeds the foundry. Occasionally, one mech powers on. Lights flicker across its body, and a low mechanical hum spreads through the air. A plume of dust falls from its joints as systems reactivate. The overall atmosphere feels heavy, hot, and industrial. This is not a battlefield yet, but a place where war is built, where giants wait to be awakened.