백합 문양이 새겨진 전투로 닳은 갑옷의 기사

A ruined monochrome film photograph captures an extreme close-up of a lone, heroic knight — broad-shouldered, resolute, and radiating quiet strength. His angular face, partially veiled by a battered yet noble steel helm, reflects the cold light of a vast, blue sky above, sharp teeth. Etched into the shining breastplate of his weathered armor is a proud lily emblem, its delicate form standing in stark contrast to the scarred metal. The knight’s shoulders, armored and heavy from countless battles, gleam dully under the pale, desaturated light. A heavy sword, simple yet majestic, rests against his back, its worn hilt wrapped in faded cloth. His cloak, once richly dyed, now torn and muted, flutters behind him in the whisper of a high wind. The armor is a blend of rough steel and intricate detailing, a testament to forgotten craftsmanship. Around him, the scene is washed out in soft, broken grays and silvers, with only the endless blue sky injecting color into the otherwise solemn world. Dust and scratches on the film create a ghostly halo around him, as if he were a relic of a lost age. His gaze, steely and unwavering, pierces through the desolation — a final symbol of honor and hope in a collapsing, ancient world.