Prompt: Berlin, 1945. In the shattered remains of his bunker, Hitler's gaunt figure sits trembling before a single candle. Discarded syringes litter the floor. His once strong stare now sunken and hollow as the flames dance shadows across his sallow skin. Beside, scattered papers - duty roster, maps, manifestos of grandeur - now meaningless membranes. Outside, boots thunder and guns rattle as the enemy closes in. But within this cell, the final battle was long lost, addiction the ally that brought ultimate defeat. As flames sputter their last, light fades on the face of a man, and with it a regime built on poison that in the end poisoned its own architect. The shadows win.

Style: Cinematic