A colossal figure looms over the city, its skin a textured tapestry of dark stone, glistening with the sheen of ancient minerals, as if the very earth has given rise to a titan. Eyes, like molten stars, blaze with an otherworldly intensity, casting flickering shadows that dance across the ruins of Athens below. The air crackles with electric energy, swirling clouds of deep indigo and furious gray enveloping the Titan's head, where jagged peaks of lightning pierce the heavens, illuminating the chaos. Temples, once proud and enduring, crumble like sandcastles beneath the Titan's thunderous steps, their marble facades reduced to dust in the wake of its immense, sweeping arms—veins of rivers coursing with raw power. Each movement sends gusts of wind crashing through the ancient city, uprooting olive trees and shattering stone pillars, as the Acropolis, a symbol of civilization, is swallowed by the tempest. Beneath this harbinger of destruction, flames lick at the remnants of civilization, the golden glow of fire contrasting sharply with the cool, shadowy depths of the Titan’s form. The sea churns violently, frothing with a rage that mirrors the Titan's own, while fissures snake through the land, revealing molten veins of earth beneath. The perspective captures the grandeur of the Titan, dwarfing the cityscape, a surreal juxtaposition of nature's fury against the fragile constructs of humanity, as reality itself quivers in the face of this primal force.