Yalnız, pelerinli bir gezgin, mor bir bulutsunun üzerinde süzülen obsidyen kalenin kenarında ölen ikili yıldıza bakıyor

Prompt

A lone hooded wanderer stands at the edge of an ancient floating citadel made of obsidian and liquid starlight, suspended thousands of meters above an endless violet nebula storm. Golden cosmic wind dramatically billows his tattered cloak and long silver hair. One foot rests on the very brink of the broken marble platform as he gazes toward an enormous dying binary star system slowly collapsing in the distance, crimson-gold lens flares across intricate architectural ruins floating in the void, swirling cosmic dust and glowing runes, volumetric lighting, godlike atmosphere, epic color grading with deep indigos, burning oranges and electric violets, hyper-realistic textures,