Prompt:
The scene is a lavish, presidential study at night, with the Eiffel Tower visible and glowing softly through a grand, rain-streaked window in the background. The room is paneled in dark, polished mahogany. In the center sits a massive, ornate Louis XIV desk. Perched imperiously on the corner of the desk is a huge, hyperrealistic great horned owl, its feathers rendered in impossible detail. Its piercing yellow eyes stare directly at the viewer. Instead of a mouse, one of its talons rests possessively on a small, exquisitely crafted, and unsettlingly realistic marzipan sculpture of a clitoris that is subtly, almost imperceptibly, too large.
In the background, hanging above a crackling fireplace, is a large, gilt-framed portrait. It’s a photorealistic painting of Candace Owens, but depicted as a beautiful, terrifying High Inquisitor from the Spanish Inquisition. She wears ornate, dark robes, a stern expression of righteous certainty, and holds a smoldering branding iron shaped like a Twitter logo.
The desk itself is a universe of chaotic detail. Scattered across its surface are: ancient, leather-bound books on anatomy and law, their pages filled with frantically scribbled notes; a disassembled BlackBerry PIN device, its components laid out like a dissected insect; and a single, perfect, golden-brown baguette resting on a silver platter, from which a single, perfect slice has been cut to reveal that its interior is not bread, but a cross-section of a complex, biomechanical sausage made of wires, gears, and glowing fiber-optics.
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