A post-apocalyptic Fall-out game warrior, clad in rusted armor, bends down amidst a toxic wasteland to pluck a bouquet of glowing, mutated wildflowers. The sun sets behind the crumbling dumpsite's twisted metal skeletons, casting a sickly yellow glow on the scene. The soldier's helmet and visor are adorned with makeshift gardening tools, as they gently gather the radioactive blooms, their faceplate fogging from the surrounding contamination. In the foreground, a spent 10mm casing lies half-buried in the dirt, surrounded by an eerie silence.
