A well-worn wooden desk sits against a wall, bathed in the cool, diffused light of a mild sky filtering through a large, slightly warped window. The glow is soft but ample, illuminating every detail without drowning them in shadow. The wall behind the desk is cluttered with pinned notes, brittle pages, and dried flowers tied with twine, their once-vibrant petals faded to muted hues. Strange, half-erased symbols and unfinished sketches lurk between them, like forgotten whispers of past thoughts. The desk is a layered mess of objects, curated but chaotic—stacked books with frayed edges, small wooden drawers left slightly open, revealing glimpses of yellowed letters and brittle parchment. A half-melted candle stands in an ornate holder, unlit but frozen mid-drip, suggesting it was once burned hastily. A small, antique clock ticks softly, its hands just slightly off-center, as if running on borrowed time. A quill with a cracked tip rests beside an open inkwell, where inky fingerprints stain the desk, evidence of a frantic writer. At the center of it all, a single sheet of parchment lies splayed across the wood, its edges curling slightly as if recoiling. The ink, still drying in places, is scrawled in frantic, uneven handwriting: "Answer before nightfall, or it will come calling." Beneath the message, a question had once been written, but now it's a smudged, distorted blur—intentionally wiped away, though faint traces remain, teasing at what was lost. The room is eerily still, but not dark. The air hums with quiet tension, the daylight ensuring everything is seen, even the things one might wish to ignore. ,Cinematic, (sparkling, shimmering, splendid, ultra-detailed, 4K, depth of field, high resolution, ((Masterpiece, best quality)), sharp focus, highly detailed, ultra high resolution, perfect fingers), midjourney style.
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