masterpiece, best quality, score_7, prtm, traditional media, Medium wide shot, 2am, outside an all night gas station. The monster leans casually against a concrete utility pole, its entire torso and head is a 1990s payphone, its handset dangling loose on a cord that twitches like a living thing. Long thin arms made of braided copper wire drag on the asphalt behind it. The coin return slot on its chest slowly spits out one warm penny at a time. In the immediate foreground a half empty styrofoam cup of coffee sits on the hood of an abandoned station wagon. The gas station's neon sign flickers pink and blue, illuminating fine drizzle hanging motionless in the air. The phone rings once, very softly. No one has answered it for thirty seven years.

worst quality, low quality, score_1, score_2, score_3, blurry, jpeg artifacts, sepia, bad hands