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Maybe it was a conflict of style and purpose that provided mankind's true battery behind the reminders of negative entropy but the efficacy of the application was undeniable. He passed on her favorite spanish dishes, and she thought of him at 2:22, thus inspiring an effusive response and recollections of Vegas. There was a dream spilling in her lap and the mole's smile got me thinking I should find that broken window like I'd know it if I was staring right at it.
A man and a woman are seated at a white-clothed dinner table, enjoying a meal indoors with a panoramic view of the Las Vegas Strip at dusk. The man, on the left, has short brown hair and is wearing a light grey sweater, looking pensively towards the woman with his hand on his chin. The woman, on the right, has her hair pulled back and is wearing a colorful patterned top. She is engrossed in reading a large book that glows with magic as if she is casting spells, illuminating her hands and parts of her dress which also glows with ethereal light in shades of pink, purple, and blue, seemingly transforming into a liquid or jelly-like substance around her lower body and chair.
On the table between them, there are various dishes including a large bowl of what appears to be stew or pasta, plates with sliced fruit, bread rolls, and several small appetizers. Wine glasses and water glasses are also set on the table.
Above the city skyline, a floating black digital clock prominently displays "2:22". To the far right of the scene, a large window exhibits a shattered or cracked glass effect, revealing a dark, mountainous landscape under a night sky with a crescent moon and starlight.
