On the Library steps, a weary scholar and his scribes sit among scattered scrolls. Their faces are drawn in contemplation, exhaustion, and quiet disbelief that the world they knew still stands. Subtle gold accents trace the marble beneath them — cracks filled with light, as though the earth itself keeps record. The artist captures intimacy here: the sacred weariness of those who endured, and the dawning realization that they must now rewrite what was nearly lost.


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