The sprawling interior of a once-magnificent opera house, now captured in a state of poetic collapse. The grand balconies sag and droop in elegant, sweeping curves, looking more like a ribcage than architecture. Massive, ornate chandeliers hang by single, fraying wires, their crystals rendered as blurred, luminous smudges. The ceiling is a masterpiece of cracked frescoes and peeling plaster, with colors like faded gold, dusty sage green, and deep, shadowy crimson. The entire scene is illustrated with a "living" line that never stays straight, creating a sense of constant, slow-motion crumbling. The floor is littered with debris, all rendered with rich, textured cross-hatching and ink washes.