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Art style: Cinematic Neo-Noir. Inside a dimly lit stone council chamber with rough-hewn walls. A single sharp shaft of cold morning light falls onto a flat grey stone table where an infant lies exposed. An ancient elder with a long white beard leans over the child, his bony hand examining a tiny leg with clinical detachment. In the deep shadows behind, a muscular father stands rigid, eyes fixed and haunted. Medium close-up, tense and claustrophobic. Palette of cold grey stone, pale skin, and muted amber light. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Cinematic Neo-Noir" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Cinematic Neo-Noir". Keep the subject, composition, camera angle, lighting direction, and colour palette from the description above — but EVERY surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in the "Cinematic Neo-Noir" idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - The Elder: An ancient Spartan elder, well past seventy, gaunt and severe, with a long flowing white beard reaching his chest and sparse thinning white hair. His face is deeply lined and hollow-cheeked, dominated by pale, sharp, clinical grey eyes that assess without a flicker of mercy or warmth. Prominent hooked nose, thin bloodless lips set in a permanent grim line. His weathered hands are age-spotted, knuckles swollen, fingers long and bony. He carries the cold, bureaucratic authority of a man who has decided the fate of thousands. Dim, austere stone-chamber light, a single shaft of cold morning illumination catching his profile. - Leonidas: A muscular Spartan man in his mid-twenties, tall and broad-shouldered with a warrior's powerful physique hardened by years of combat. His face is angular and weathered, with a strong jaw covered in dark stubble, high cheekbones, and deep-set hazel eyes that carry a haunted, conflicted sorrow beneath a stoic mask. Dark brown hair, shoulder-length and slightly matted, pulled back from his face. A faint scar traces his left brow. His skin is sun-bronzed and dusted with the grime of hard living. He radiates suppressed grief and rigid duty. Cold pre-dawn mountain light rakes across his features, deep shadows in a rugged limestone highland setting.