"A man sits across a table from an identical copy of himself same face, same clothes, same posture. But one is made entirely of black smoke held in human shape, barely containing itself, edges constantly dissolving and reforming. The real man leans forward, hands clasped, staring into the smoke version's hollow eyes with an expression that is not fear it is recognition. The room is a brutalist concrete interrogation room, one hanging bulb swinging slowly above. The smoke figure has no chair it hovers slightly above the ground. Neither speaks. The tension is the entire image. On the concrete wall behind them, Vertical 9:13 format. Ultra photorealistic, 8K, no text overlays, cinematic color grading"