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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.. A tight focus on Elias's hands assembling an intricate brass heart with tiny clicking gears on the workbench. Workshop background blurred with candle and tools. Opens on Extreme Close-Up, eye level. Lighting is flickering candle with warm highlights. Mood is obsessive and forbidden in brass gold and deep shadow tones. Hands move with precise, delicate care. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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.