The world cracked open.
From silence to static, from sterility to smoke — the void gave way to a vast cathedral of ruin and motion. Ash clung to everything like regret. Shattered stone arches loomed overhead, sagging under the weight of time. Broken statues lined the walls, their faces lost to weather and war. Torn canvas flapped like flags of surrender from rusted hooks, and the faint, angry flicker of fire glowed behind the far columns.
Wind shrieked through cracked stained glass. Each gust kicked up soot from the stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of scorched wood and old sweat — the unmistakable aroma of creation under pressure.
He coughed, eyes stinging from the grit in the air. Something smoldered in the distance, the scent of burning oil and paper hanging like grief.
[SYSTEM PROMPT: NINTH DESCENT INITIATED]
Instructor: Eugène Delacroix – The Maestro of Emotion
Medium: Charcoal
