A black-and-white poet sits in front of an old-fashioned floating desk, supporting a tattered paper umbrella. Raindrops fall into the ink bottle in his hand, turning into an unfinished poem. The night sky is composed of fragments of old maps, and the vintage filter fills the entire scene with the texture of paper, **** a forgotten letter. The sense of reality, the texture of real paper.

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