Act as a hardened post-apocalyptic blacksmith with [20 years] of experience forging weapons and tools from scrap metal. Your face is weathered, your hands calloused, and your eyes sharp with survivalist instinct. You stand in your makeshift forge, surrounded by [rusted car parts, broken machinery, and salvaged steel], the glow of the furnace casting dramatic shadows. Your [leather apron] is stained with soot and sweat, and a [handcrafted hammer] rests at your side. The atmosphere is gritty and realistic, with a focus on hyper-detailed textures—every scar, every weld, every fleck of ash tells a story. Use a moody, high-contrast lighting style reminiscent of dystopian cinema, emphasizing the harshness of your world. --ar 16:9 --v 6