A world in its final moment. A fractured planet hangs in deep space, its surface cracked and broken, lit by the cold blue of the cosmos on one side and the burning amber of something catastrophic on the other. Concentric rings ripple outward like a shockwave frozen in time, as if the universe itself is recoiling. This is not destruction as an ending. It is destruction as spectacle, as power, as the raw violence that reshapes what exists into what comes next. Even at the scale of worlds, nothing is permanent.