Prompt: Hitler stands alone on the balcony outside his study, gripping the railing as he gazes into the night. The city below sparkles yet brings him no joy, its beauty lost amid mounting shadows under his brow. Within, vials and paraphernalia he once used daily now litter his desk in disarray—phantom pains plaguing his tired arms. How long has it been? Since strength came not from will but chemicals cocktailed by a physician now exiled from service. An army once at his fingertips slips away, his greatest defeats not on battlefield but in this private war within. The war is won, but at what cost? In this personal midnight, all seems lost in the fog of addiction's bitter endgame.

Style: Cinematic