Here's a modified version of the prompt: Cybernetic samurai poses triumphantly on the throne of downed mechs in a shattered landscape, his intense gaze illuminated by the golden light of predawn. His sleek black armor, adorned with intricate, hand-tooled designs in copper and silver, glistens with a slight sheen, evoking the classic aesthetic of Soviet propaganda posters. His physique is a study in perfect proportions, honed from years of intense training and battle. In the background, a smoldering hulk of a robot mech lies in ruins, its once-limbs now twisted and charred. A sprawling metropolis, abandoned and crumbling, stretches out into the distance as the dark, foreboding sky begins to pale into a fiery sunrise.