Reality peeled away like paper soaked in rain, and Rex found himself somewhere else—somewhere pared down to its bones.
No digital haze. No sound. Just a space stripped of distraction, sharp as a whisper in a cathedral. Something inside him stirred—not with fear, but with focus.
A sterile, endless white void stretched before him — not empty, but exacting. There was no furniture, no ornamentation. Just a single oak desk, an ink-black chair, and a set of graphite pencils, perfectly arranged in a velvet-lined box like surgical tools.
[SYSTEM PROMPT: EIGHTH DESCENT INITIATED]
Instructor: Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres – The Guardian of Classical
Skills: Precision Draftsmanship, Elegant Proportion, Layered Shading, Stylized Realism
