Prompt: Around the conference table, generals pause in muted disbelief. At the head, the Führer throws back his head in hearty laughter - a rare, resonant sound that causes more than one aide to start. \"Mein Führer, the situation in Stalingrad...\" ventures one advisor hesitantly. But Hitler waves away concerns, eyes dancing with mirth.\"Let the Russians freeze their britches off this winter!\" he chuckles. \"Come spring, we shall feast on their corpses!\" Despite battered reports strewn before them, the mood is lighthearted - as if for a moment the cares of empire have lifted. Victory, the Führer insists, will come; until then, let others despair. As he grins, a foreign emotion flashes across hard eyes - the simple joy of camaraderie in strife, and faith that through will alone all obstacles must yield. In his confidence, others find respite, tension ebbing as plans are resumed under sunnier auspices. Even in war, it seems, some light may yet be found. The meeting proceeds in good humor under an unprecedentedly smiling Führer. For now, all is well.

Style: Cinematic