Zdzisław Beksiński style, dystopian surrealism, apocalyptic landscape, Beksiński dreamscape, Polish fantastic realism. A deserted wasteland beneath a pale yellow-grey sky, covered by an endless rainfall of thick, ink-black droplets. The rain falls in long vertical streaks, staining the cracked earth and collecting in shallow pools. Each pool reflects a different impossible landscape: skeletal towers, inverted horizons, distant ruined cities, and vast dark shapes that do not exist in the world above. Bare trees stand scattered across the plain, their branches bending under the weight of the black precipitation. A solitary figure walks away into the rain, leaving no footprints. Muted ochre, ink-black, dirty ivory, weathered brown, subtle matte textures, surreal reflections, desolate atmospheric perspective, no text, no watermark.