An old, ornate gramophone sits in a dimly lit, abandoned attic, its horn tilted as if listening. Dust motes dance in the single beam of ligh...

An old, ornate gramophone sits in a dimly lit, abandoned attic, its horn tilted as if listening. Dust motes dance in the single beam of light piercing the gloom. The gramophone's brass details gleam faintly, and its wooden body seems to carry a melancholic expression. The style is a blend of dark, atmospheric ...