Pixel art of an enigmatic stage, where the tapestry of the night wraps a diminutive dwelling in its hushed lullaby. This house, a mere whisper cradled by the vastness of the void, sits in repose, its very essence a testament to the beauty of seclusion. Curtains, kissed by the breath of solitude, dance a slow, rhythmic adagio, each sway a verse in the silent poetry of isolation. Walls, imbued with the warmth of untold stories, lean into the distorted perspective, their angles defying convention. Amidst this serene desolation, the stage becomes an altar of introspection, where the house, aglow with an inner luminescence, holds a mirror to the quiet courage of existence. The image has a CRT filter applied.
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