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Art style: Tim Burton-inspired. Средне-широкий план Артёма и Лены, бегущих по узкой, заросшей тропе между полуразрушенными игровыми киосками. Рваные брезентовые навесы бешено хлопают на ветру. На лицах героев застыл неподдельный ужас. Земля усыпана старыми грязными мягкими игрушками и битым стеклом. Освещение скудное, с резкими вспышками света от их бегущих фонариков, выхватывающими детали из тьмы. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image in the following art style: Whimsical gothic fantasy, elongated silhouettes, oversized expressive eyes, elegant dark shapes, dramatic shadows, eerie fairytale atmosphere, muted monochromatic palette. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Артём: . Artyom is a lean, athletic twenty-year-old man with fair skin, a sharp angular jaw, high cheekbones, and determined dark-brown eyes under strong brows. His short dark hair is tousled and windblown, faintly messy. He has a confident leader's stance — feet planted, one hand clenched, chin slightly raised, resolute expression. He wears a fitted dark hoodie under an unzipped olive bomber jacket, slim black jeans, and scuffed grey running sneakers laced tight. A thin silver cord bracelet circles one wrist. Behind him, moonlight filters through a rusted Ferris wheel, overgrown weeds, peeling carousel horses, and cracked pavement under a cold pale fog. - Лена: a cautious 19-year-old girl named Lena centered in the frame. She is slender and slightly tense, with pale fair skin and large, expressive dark eyes that look wide and anxious, delicate arched brows drawn together. Straight dark brown hair falls past her shoulders with a blunt fringe, a few strands caught by cold wind. She wears a fitted charcoal-grey knit sweater, a short dark pleated skirt, black patterned tights and scuffed black ankle boots, a thin scarf loose at her neck. Her posture is guarded — arms half-crossed, shoulders drawn in, one foot turned to leave, glancing warily over her shoulder. Behind her looms a derelict amusement park at night: a rusted silent carousel, tangled weeds, a crooked ticket booth under a pale moon.