Prompt: Cinematic close-up, 8k, highly detailed. An ancient man with a deeply weathered face, sunken eyes, and thick white stubble, wearing a grime-streaked vault_dweller suit. He sits motionless in a rusted metal chair within a dark, decaying concrete bunker. From the periphery, a skeleton partially clad in a tattered vault_dweller suit emerges from the shadows, standing like a silent sentinel beside him. Dramatic Chiaroscuro lighting with flickering overhead industrial lamps casting long, rhythmic shadows; thick floating dust particles illuminated in the beams. The camera executes a slow, suffocating zoom-in on the man’s haunted eyes. His parched lips move to speak the words "War, war never changes" with perfect synchronization. Then he pulls out cold coca cola bottle and gulps it down slowly as screen fades to black. Gritty film grain, 35mm lens, post-apocalyptic hyper-realism, somber and melancholic atmosphere.

Prompt: Cinematic close-up, 8k, highly detailed. An ancient man with a deeply weathered face, sunken eyes, and thick white stubble, wearing a grime-streaked vault_dweller suit. He sits motionless in a rusted metal chair within a dark, decaying concrete bunker. From the periphery, a skeleton partially clad in a tattered vault_dweller suit emerges from the shadows, standing like a silent sentinel beside him. Dramatic Chiaroscuro lighting with flickering overhead industrial lamps casting long, rhythmic shadows; thick floating dust particles illuminated in the beams. The camera executes a slow, suffocating zoom-in on the man’s haunted eyes. His parched lips move to speak the words "War, war never changes" with perfect synchronization. Then he pulls out cold coca cola bottle and gulps it down slowly as screen fades to black. Gritty film grain, 35mm lens, post-apocalyptic hyper-realism, somber and melancholic atmosphere.

Prompt: Cinematic close-up, 8k, highly detailed. An ancient humanoid lizard with green skin a deeply weathered scaled face, wearing a vault_dweller suit. He sits motionless in a rusted metal chair within a dark, decaying concrete bunker. Dramatic Chiaroscuro lighting with flickering overhead industrial lamps casting long, rhythmic shadows; thick floating dust particles illuminated in the beams. The camera executes a slow, suffocating zoom-in on the lizards head. His parched lips move to speak the words "War, war never changes" with perfect synchronization.Then he pulls out cold coca cola bottle and gulps it down slowly as screen fades to black.Gritty film grain, 35mm lens, post-apocalyptic hyper-realism, somber and melancholic atmosphere.