(masterpiece:1.2), (best quality,:1.2), 8k, HDR, ultra detailed, ((photorealistic)), perfect anatomy, professional light, cinematic lighting, ambient lighting, <lora:detail_slider_v4:3>, OverallDetail, a prison room with a fire pit and chains hanging from the ceiling, FanPri, <lora:FantasyPrison-10:0.9>, The cell was barely wider than his arm span, the close walls a constant, unyielding presence that squeezed the air from his lungs. He could touch both walls without moving, a constant reminder of his confinement. Each sound, from the clink of his spoon to the shuffle of his feet, echoed off the barren walls, a lonely symphony that underscored the desolation of his surroundings. The floor was a slab of cold concrete, unforgiving under his bare feet. Each time he touched the wall, the chill of the stone seeped into his bones, a constant reminder of the harsh world he was now a part of. epiCPhoto