The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 315

“For this moment in time,” Clara answered as they neared the city.

“You mean it wasn’t here before or after?” Julia asked.

“That’s my understanding.”

“That’s seriously fucked up.”

“That’s one way to phrase it…”

It was a tactical choice to prevent their enemies from being able to strike directly. The volcano also ensured that no one would dare to lay siege to the Tower. For the sliver of time it exists in this reality.

A dramatic, low-lit photograph of the ancient city of Pompeii, with the looming silhouette of Mount Vesuvius in the background, its snow-capped peak shrouded in mist, as if exhaling a thick plume of ash and smoke, casting a dark, ominous shadow over the ruins, with crumbling stone buildings, overgrown with vines and moss, and the faint outlines of ancient streets and architecture, captured in a warm, golden light, with deep blues and grays dominating the palette, evoking a sense of foreboding and tragedy, as if the volcano's fury is about to be unleashed once more, with the camera positioned low, looking up at the volcano, emphasizing its towering presence, and the composition divided into thirds, with the city ruins occupying the lower left, the volcano dominating the upper right, and the sky a deep, ominous gradient.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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