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Corry casually sitting in a cozy, dimly lit coffee shop, steam rising from a black ceramic mug in his hand. He wears a stylish modern trench coat, sunglasses with blonde hair in the café’s warm string lights. The atmosphere is oddly serene, but the barista in the background seems uneasy, sensing something is off. The Corinthian’s smirk hints at an unspoken secret, while dreamlike wisps swirl in the air, blurring the line between reality and nightmare.