In the dead of night, a man is seen from behind, kneeling in the center of a ruined Gothic church. His arms are outstretched toward the sky, as if in supplication or desperation. The towering stone arches around him are crumbling, their once-grand stained-glass windows shattered, allowing the cold night air to seep into the abandoned sanctuary. Above him, near the far end of the church, a glowing red sphere hovers in midair, radiating an eerie, supernatural light. Its crimson glow bathes the ruins in an otherworldly illumination, casting elongated shadows and highlighting the intricate details of the decaying structure. The man’s silhouette is outlined against the surreal luminance, as if caught in the presence of something divine or ominous