The sun hangs low in an amber sky, casting long shadows over the ruins of a forgotten world. Rusted cars and crumbling skyscrapers stand as silent monuments to what once was, their jagged edges softened by creeping vines and wildflowers reclaiming the land. A warm breeze stirs the dust, carrying the scent of rain and earth, as nature weaves its quiet triumph over the bones of civilization. In this hushed and broken beauty, life persists, delicate yet unyielding.

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