(zoomed out shot) A once-lively carousel, its horses frozen mid-gallop, stands in stark contrast to the celestial chaos unfolding above, as the meteors crash in the distance, sending bursts of light across the decrepit rides. The air is thick with dust, the cracked asphalt long since overtaken by creeping vines, and the only sound is the soft hiss of meteors falling far beyond the borders of the forgotten carnival.,abndnd_plcs_prks,noc-space
