In a world where rusted gears and oily machinery groan beneath the weight of their own decay, the Vitriolic Vulture perches high, clutching a camera with talons sharp enough to slice through steel. With a cold, calculating gaze, it orchestrates the collapse of empires, framing each crumbling cog and sparking wire as if directing a final broadcast to an audience long lost to time. As the last glow of molten metal fades, the vulture captures the moment where technology and nature meet their demise, a grim testament to a world undone by its own creations.