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    a dramatic, medium shot shows William Shakespeare, quill in hand, sitting at a table in a modern- day coffee shop. His Elizabethan ruff contrasts sharply with the casual ambiance as he frowns at a laptop screen, struggling to type out his next masterpiece. LED Text sign in the background that says "To be or not to be?" Beside him, a half- finished latte sits, the foam artlessly smeared. The soft golden light from the overhead lamps bathes the scene in a warm glow, while a subtle lens flare glints off the edge of the laptop. The detailed realism shows Shakespeare’s fingers poised awkwardly over the keyboard, his furrowed brow and deep- set eyes hinting at the frustration of writer’s block in the age of Wi- Fi. Kodak 16mm Film style

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