A vast, abandoned drive- in theater under a violet twilight sky. The massive movie screen, cracked and peeling, looms over rows of rusting, long- forgotten cars, their windshields clouded with dust and time. A young woman with messy auburn hair sits cross- legged on the hood of an old blue convertible, her oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder. The radio on the dashboard crackles with faint static, the remnants of a forgotten station barely whispering through the speakers. Fireflies blink lazily around her, their soft glow adding warmth to the cool, silent night. Above, the stars begin to emerge, scattered like fragments of a lost dream. An old popcorn bag tumbles across the pavement, caught in the gentle breeze. The woman sighs, tilting her head back to watch the sky, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the metal hood beneath her. The world feels untouched, as if this forgotten place exists outside of time, a secret moment held between dusk and dawn. <lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0. 3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0. 8> High- contrast illustration