In a twilight hospital chamber carved from luminous marble, an elderly Pope rests on a bed draped in shimmering white linens, his frail hands trembling around a glowing rosary that pulses faintly with divine energy. His iconic white zucchetto floats just above his head, suspended by an unseen force. Above him, a majestic figure of Jesus hovers in a radiant aura, his robes flowing like liquid starlight, arms outstretched in a gesture of quiet compassion. Flanking the scene are two ethereal angels, their translucent wings glimmering with prismatic hues—gold, violet, and sapphire—casting intricate patterns of light across the walls. The room is alive with illumination: beams of celestial light stream through a crystalline window, refracting into a kaleidoscope of colors that dance over the Pope’s serene yet weary face. Beyond the window, St. Peter’s Basilica glows faintly under a sky swirling with stormy indigo clouds, pierced by a single, blazing shaft of golden brilliance. Scattered around the bed are delicate wisps of mist curling upward, as if prayers are taking form, while a faint halo flickers around the Pope’s head, hinting at transcendence amid the tension of his fragile state., aidmamj6.1,perfection style