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August 5, 2025

A middle-aged man, bearing the disheveled looks of someone dedicated to a life in the wild, is hunched over a makeshift lab table in a dilapidated cabin. With the slightly rickety wooden beams framing him, he is meticulously working on a strange contraption; its purpose, unclear. The cabin appears to teeter on the edge of a brutally windy cliff, the raging sea below barely visible through the single, small, grimy window. The room is filled with peculiar objects; among them, a myriad of animal bones and an assortment of astonishingly well-preserved flora. A peculiar zoophilous aura seems to permeate the place.

The shot is cast in the subdued, rustic hues of twilight, the colors leaning heavily towards dark browns and rusty reds. Candlelight flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the scene to emphasise the depth and isolation surrounding this man’s existence. The balance is disrupted by the eccentric elements scattered around randomly, underscoring the chaotic nature of the character’s existence.

The camera perspective is from a low angle, capturing the man’s intensity and stark determination in complete focus as he is engrossed deeply in modifying his rust-eaten, complex contraption – intriguingly labeled ‘Oxidoreductase’. The rest of the shot is thrown out of soft focus, completing the atmosphere of singular concentration. The camera captures both the man and his subject, the Oxidoreductase, in the open space of the room leaving the viewer guessing at the unfolding mystery.