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Art style: Cinematic dark fairytale: painterly realism, candlelight and firelight against cold blue snow, fog, old wood and stone, rich textures, shallow depth of field, 35mm film grain, the same faces and costumes in every scene.. Elias uses a small bellows on crystalline tubes connected to the brass heart inside the workshop. Blue sparks jump between components. Opens on Medium, eye level. Lighting is blue sparks against warm candlelight. Mood is trance-like focus in electric blue and gold tones. His expression is deeply concentrated. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Cinematic dark fairytale: painterly realism, candlelight and firelight against cold blue snow, fog, old wood and stone, rich textures, shallow depth of field, 35mm film grain, the same faces and costumes in every scene." style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Cinematic dark fairytale: painterly realism, candlelight and firelight against cold blue snow, fog, old wood and stone, rich textures, shallow depth of field, 35mm film grain, the same faces and costumes in every scene.". Keep the subject, composition, camera angle, lighting direction, and colour palette from the description above — but EVERY surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in the "Cinematic dark fairytale: painterly realism, candlelight and firelight against cold blue snow, fog, old wood and stone, rich textures, shallow depth of field, 35mm film grain, the same faces and costumes in every scene." idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Elias: A man in his late 50s with a deeply lined face, a short-trimmed salt-and-pepper beard, and silver-rimmed spectacles perched on a sharp nose. He wears a heavy, grease-stained leather apron over a thick wool charcoal tunic with rolled-up sleeves. His hands are stained with oil and scarred by years of delicate metalwork. He stands in a dimly lit workshop filled with the warm orange glow of a hearth and dozens of brass lanterns. His expression is one of intense focus and underlying sorrow. The background is a dense collection of hanging wooden clocks and intricate brass machinery.