亀裂のある骨のマスクをつけたディストピアの人物

A dystopian, hyper-detailed close-up of a Sith-like figure draped in a dark, tattered cloak, its coarse, weathered fabric etched with the scars of countless battles across the galaxy. The hood is crowned with writhing, shadowy tendrils that seem almost alive—snaking and curling with restless intent, like Sith alchemy made flesh. The figure's face is concealed behind a pale, bone-like mask, its surface cracked and uneven like brittle porcelain exposed to centuries of decay. The mask's hollow eye sockets glow with a faint, crimson hue, evoking a terrifying, predatory awareness, while a jagged, mouth-like grille emits a soft mechanical hiss, reminiscent of ancient breathing apparatuses. The figure's aura crackles with dark side energy—ghostly blue and sickly green arcs of lightning slither across the mask, refracting through the surrounding mist in distorted, unnatural patterns. The photograph, captured in a vintage dystopian style, appears slightly grainy with muted, desaturated tones dominating the scene. Soft scratches and imperfections mar the image’s surface, evoking the feeling of an artifact recovered from a lost holocron. In the dim background, blurred silhouettes of ruined skyscrapers loom like gravestones, their forms distorted by the swirling mist. High above, a crescent-shaped Star Destroyer hovers, its underbelly aglow with faint, menacing lights. The figure’s posture is one of patient malice, as if it knows the fight is already won.