Midnight Creator's Lonely Sanctuary

A faint human figure, composed of faint display glow and ink stains. A dark coat draped loosely over the chair backrest. Fingers covered in graphite. In his tired eyes were countless open web page tags. Half her face was illuminated by the cold blue light of the screen at 2 a.m., while the other half was illuminated by the warm golden candlelight. Tiny floating fragments surround you, not magical flashes: unfinished sentences, an untouched cold coffee, reference images of dragon wings, fifteen revised versions of the same paragraph, and a sticky note that says "Draw the handles well." In the background is a cathedral-like old-fashioned library, with bookshelves reaching the ceiling, star charts slanted on the walls, antique brass lamps, and rainwater tapping against the windows. The characters have heavy dark circles under their eyes, poor sitting posture, and an existential sense of decadence. His realistic style lies somewhere between a "sleepless historian" and a "wizard trapped in customer service work."