The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 150

Clara’s eyes shot open, her vision momentarily blurred by the blinding light of the sun beaming through an open window. The shape of that face is all wrong…

“You’re not—(Evelyn),” Clara said.

“Who’s—(Evelyn),” Jack said.

The last time she heard that voice, he went into detail on how painful her death would be…

“Jack?” Clara asked.

While outwardly calm, Clara’s mind struggled to deal with the deluge of thoughts and emotions that hit her. Their last encounter ended in death, so waking up with the man she beheaded forced her to question reality… is this a dream?

a highly detailed, cinematic photo from a first-person perspective, where the viewer is gazing upward, eyes squinting, at a figure shrouded in an intense, blinding white light, overexposing the surroundings, and rendering the subject's features indistinguishable, with a shallow depth of field and subtle lens flares, emphasizing the sense of awe and mystique, shot in a moody, high-contrast style reminiscent of film noir, with subtle grain and texture, evoking a sense of intimacy and immediacy, as if the viewer is right there in the moment.

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