A single crimson rose with curled, brittle petals lies abandoned on a weathered oak park bench, its stem wrapped in a frayed satin ribbon. Surrounding it: a carpet of maple leaves in burnt umber and ochre, some clinging to the bench’s peeling green paint. Beyond, a deserted playground with a lone swing creaking in the wind, its chains rusted and seat cracked. Late afternoon sunlight slants through barren trees, casting long shadows across overgrown grass and a forgotten teddy bear slumped in the sandbox. Hyper- detailed textures: rose thorns catching golden light, lichen patterns on the bench, cobwebs stretching between swing chains
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