valorant video game style, stylized, vibrant colors, clean lines, futuristic in the ravaged streets, where once vibrant billboards now hang like tattered flags, a 42 year old air conditioning installer named marcus stands amidst the ruins, his worn denim overalls stained with grease and grime. his eyes, sunken from lack of sleep, gaze upward at the hazy sky as if searching for a glimmer of hope. the atmosphere is heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and ozone. the digital mosaic style brings a peculiar beauty to this desolate scene. thousands of tiny, glowing pixels dance across marcus's overalls, forming a mesmerizing pattern that seems to shift and shimmer in the flickering light of nearby street lamps. these digital fragments also cover the surrounding buildings, imbuing the crumbling concrete with an otherworldly sheen. marcus's arms are wrapped around a battered toolbox, its metal surface adorned with cryptic symbols that seem to pulse with a strange energy. as he stands there, the air around him begins to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is warping in response to his presence. the new weird subject matter infuses this scene with an unsettling sense of unease, leaving the viewer wondering what dark forces are at work beneath the surface. in the distance, the skeletal remains of a skyscraper loom like a ghostly sentinel, its windows glowing with an eerie blue light that seems to be drawing marcus inexorably toward it. the digital mosaic pattern on his overalls grows more intense, as if he is being pulled into a vortex of chaos and destruction. amidst this apocalyptic backdrop, marcus stands steadfast, a beacon of resilience in the face of unimaginable horror.