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The heroine works in a post office where letters that will never reach their recipients end up. The envelopes breathe here, the stamps bear the lipstick imprints of those who sent them, and the ink sometimes turns to tears. Today, she finds a letter written in her own handwriting—but dated a hundred years ago. Outside the window, instead of a street, there’s an endless staircase, and someone is slowly climbing it, their keys jingling faintly. <lora:Dariusz_Zawadzki_-__ArtStyle_FLUX:1>, <lora:Zdzislaw_Beksinski_-_ArtStyle_FLUX:1>, <lora:Valentin_Gubarev_-_ArtStyle_FLUX:1>, ultra detailed, intricate details, masterpiece