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Nighttime Calling

A forgotten phone booth, painted a weary red, stands beneath a glowing lamppost that guards the night with its soft, amber light. A half-hidden moon peers through cloudy skies, casting an ethereal glow. A cat, crouched beside the booth, watches—a sentinel in the quiet, otherworldly scene where shadows stretch longer, and the boundary between reality and dreams thins to a fragile thread.

Other Worlds — Nighttime Calling

A forgotten phone booth, painted a weary red, stands beneath a glowing lamppost that guards the night with its soft, amber light. A half-hidden moon peers through cloudy skies, casting an ethereal glow. A cat, crouched beside the booth, watches—a sentinel in the quiet, otherworldly scene where shadows stretch longer, and the boundary between reality and dreams thins to a fragile thread.