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Art style: Cinematic Realistic. Ночной сад при императорском дворце в Древнем Риме: лунный свет на мраморных колоннах, статуя Венеры, глубокие тени. Ливия в плаще встречает Марка; он показывает ей крошечную глиняную птицу. В напряжённой тишине они решают бежать, и Марк разбивает фигурку о мрамор. Драматическая историческая фантазия, выразительная композиция, реалистичная фактура камня и глины. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Cinematic Realistic" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Cinematic Realistic". Keep the subject, composition, camera angle, lighting direction, and colour palette from the description above — but EVERY surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in the "Cinematic Realistic" idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Ливия: centered — Livia, an emperor's daughter in her early twenties, slender and poised with straight shoulders and quiet defiance in her posture. Fair olive skin, an oval face with high cheekbones, dark expressive almond eyes, a straight nose and softly set jaw. Long dark-chestnut hair worn half-up in intricate braids pinned with a thin golden circlet, loose waves falling past her shoulders. She wears a floor-length imperial gown of deep burgundy silk edged with gold embroidery, a fitted bodice, draped sleeves, and a jeweled belt at the waist; thin gold rings and a pendant at her throat. Flat gilded leather sandals on her feet. Intelligent, weary expression, chin lifted. She stands in a marble palace corridor by tall arched windows, warm lamplight behind her. - Марк: and centered in frame. Mark is a young man in his early twenties, lean and wiry from manual labor, with sun-weathered olive skin, a strong jaw dusted with light stubble, and tousled dark brown curls falling over an earnest, determined face with keen hazel eyes. He wears a plain coarse-linen tunic belted with a frayed rope, patched and smudged with grey marble dust and clay, the sleeves rolled to the elbow revealing sinewy forearms. A worn leather apron hangs over the tunic, and simple lace-up leather sandals cover his feet. He grips a chisel and small mallet, poised mid-work, chin lifted in quiet defiance. He stands in a modest open-air sculptor's workshop: rough-hewn stone blocks, an unfinished statue, scattered tools, warm dusty light.