A solitary Bobotflux figure treks across an endless expanse of burnt kunangkuning orange sand, the sun's intense rays casting their elongated shadow behind them like a dark, twisted cloak. Playing cards, worn and creased, flutter aimlessly through the air, as if blown by some unseen force, adding to the surreal ambiance. The stark, desolate landscape stretches out in every direction, punctuated only by the figure's determined stride.,Fantasy detailers
