The Martian Chronicles

The settlers from Earth still whisper about the first martians; the true martians. Most are long dead now, but perhaps not all of them. They made their cities, their highways and their tranquil canals in the sweet days of ancient Mars....

Dark they were, and golden-eyed.
Ray Bradbury

Dark they were and golden-eyed by DMFW with Midjourney

Ylla by DMFW with Midjourney

Once they had liked painting pictures with chemical fire, swimming in the canals in the seasons when the wine trees filled them with green liquors, and talking into the dawn together by the blue phosphorous portraits in the speaking room.
Ray Bradbury from the short story "Ylla" in the Martian Chronicles

Martian Canal 01 by DMFW with Midjourney

Martian Canal 02 by DMFW with Midjourney

Martian Canal 03 by DMFW with Midjourney

Martian Canal 04 by DMFW with Midjourney

...when the sea was red steam on the shore and ancient men had carried clouds of metal insects and electric spiders into battle.
Ray Bradbury from the short story "Ylla" in the Martian Chronicles

Martian War 01 by DMFW with Midjourney

Martian War 02 by DMFW with Midjourney

Martian War 03 by DMFW with Midjourney

Martian War 04 by DMFW with Midjourney

And out of the hills came a strange thing. It was a machine like a jade-green insect, a praying mantis, delicately rushing through the cold air, indistinct, countless green diamonds winking over its body, and red jewels that glittered with multifaceted eyes. Its six legs fell upon the ancient highway with the sounds of a sparse rain which dwindled away, and from the back of the machine a Martian with melted gold for eyes looked down at Tomás as if he were looking into a well.
Ray Bradbury from the short story "Night Meeting" in the Martian Chronicles

Martian Hill Town by DMFW with Midjourney

Ancient Martian Vehicle by DMFW with Midjourney