A close-up view of shattered remnants: A jagged, fractured expanse of emerald-green glass, once a vibrant windowpane, now splintered and strewn across a rough-hewn wooden floor. Sharp shards, like frozen daggers, protrude from the splinters, reflecting a pale, sickly yellow light that filters through a shattered skylight overhead. The air, thick with the cloying scent of ozone and burnt wood, hangs heavy, punctuated by the dry, crackling sound of crumbling plaster. Twisted, mangled metal, remnants of a once-functional machine, lies twisted and contorted in a macabre dance of ruin. The scene reeks of abandonment and decay, a stark tableau of sudden, violent transformation, highlighting the intricate patterns of ruin and the eerie silence that follows the cataclysm, a testament to the raw power of destruction. The silence is punctuated only by the slow drip of water and the faint, echoing sigh of collapsing structure.