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A spiral staircase stretches endlessly through the void, its iron railings covered in rust and old handprints. Every few turns, a motionless figure stands facing the wall, their backs bearing strange protrusions under tattered clothing. The air smells of ozone and wet stone. Cinematic perspective, volumetric fog, eerie stillness <lora:training_474743-20260806174406973:1.3>