A sun-scorched desert. A lonely obsidian rock over which a low red sun shines with an alarming crimson light. The sun occupies half the sky, so that spots on it and its protuberances are visible. In the shadow of the rock there is a lonely, weak and twisted green tree around which lie the skeletons of animals. The fruits of the tree are beautiful but deadly poisoned. Under the tree sits a tired warrior. His eyes are closed, his face is burnt by the sun, on his lips there is a slight smile of relief. The warrior is wrapped in black light clothes, next to him lies his magic sword. We see this picture from some distance. The general atmosphere of hopelessness and doom, the planet will soon perish, like everything on its surface. aidmaimageupgrader, aidmafluxproultra, aidmamj6.1
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