Prompt: Night blankets Berlin as a lone flashlight beam cuts the dark inside the Führerbunker. Hitler sits hunched at his desk, spectral in its glow. Maps and documents swell around him like a tide, strategies scrawled in frantic hand offset only by deep worry lines on his brow. Outside, the fury of battle nears yet within these walls another war rages—a losing fight against his own demons as addiction takes its toll. He rubs tired eyes, squinting through the shadows for answers that will not come. All his dreams now seem so far away, the future looming as a specter that will not leave his thoughts in these long lonely hours. The world above holds only enemies while below, even solace flees his grasp.

Style: Cinematic