a tiny microverse inside an opal marble, here is the modified image generation prompt: in the desolate wasteland of a forgotten dreamscape, a gaunt figure with sunken eyes and skin like worn parchment slumps against a crumbling stone wall, surrounded by the stagnant whispers of dead leaves and the mournful hooting of distant owls. his tattered, charcoal gray robes are stained with the residue of long forgotten tears, and his hands are clenched into fists that seem to hold onto nothing but the weight of his own despair. the air is heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten hopes, as if the very earth itself has given up on all its secrets. in the distance, a lone, skeletal tree stands like a mourner at the edge of the void, its branches grasping towards the sky like bony fingers, beckoning the viewer to join in the desolate dance of this forsaken moment., tiny unexplored ecosystem, sparks