The art of destruction: Ruin

A cracked, stone-like humanoid figure sits cross-legged on a rocky outcrop, facing away from the viewer toward a massive, glowing yellow moon and starry sky. The figure's body is covered in deep fissures from which golden light leaks, suggesting internal energy or decay. The scene has a surreal, apocalyptic, and melancholic atmosphere. The overlaid text reads 'i'm not crying, you're crying'.