Beneath twin moons, the towers rise, Silent watchers with glassy eyes. No birds, no breeze, no sound of life— Just whispers humming, cold as knives. The roads are looped like ancient runes, Built not for feet, but drifting tombs. And in the sky, that ship still spins... A city waits— for what begins. #AIArt #DarkPoetry #SciFiArt #CreepyArt #AlienCity #ShortPoem #HorrorVibes #Futurism #VisualPoetry #WeirdCore #DigitalArt #Surrealism