Captured in dreamlike, surreal, high-contrast photography with a distorted, fisheye lens, a lone, gas-masked figure, clad in a tattered, Victorian-era, mourning dress, stands atop a massive, rusted, mechanical spider, surrounded by a sea of twisted, metallic debris, and a tangle of glowing, bioluminescent vines, amidst a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape, where the sky is a deep, bloody red, and the air is thick with an otherworldly, pulsing mist, as the figure gazes out upon a horizon littered with the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, and the distant, haunting call of a lone, mechanical siren echoes through the stillness.