Hyperrealistic, dynamic cinematic shot, ultra detailed, 8K. The scene

$Hyperrealistic, dynamic cinematic shot, ultra detailed, 8K. The scene: A humble, chaotic bedroom at the peak of a reality breach. The air is thick with tangible energy. A young man in simple pajamas is recoiling, not just turning. His hair and clothes are whipped by an ethereal wind emanating from the core of the chaos. His face is a frozen snapshot of stunned vulnerability, wide-eyed with a gasp, moments from being overwhelmed by awe. The source: a violently iridescent Tesseract portal is actively UNFOLDING in the center of the room, not static. It's a cascading explosion of shattered stained glass and luminescent digital runes, spinning and reconfiguring at light speed. The very walls and floor of the room are beginning to fracture and peel upwards like paper caught in a tornado, sucked into the luminous vortex. From the epicenter, crackling lassos of raw fate – not gentle threads – lash out. One has just snapped around the man's wrist, pulling his arm towards the light, its energy crawling up his skin. Particles of his ordinary life – pages from the book, dust, the fabric of his sweater – are violently levitating, disintegrating as they cross the energy threshold. Outside the window, the blur of a passing car creates a motion streak, emphasizing the shocking stillness of the outside world versus the cataclysmic change inside. The atmosphere is electric, deafeningly loud in its visual silence. Style: Epic action cinematography of Michael Bay meets the magical realism and detail of Greg Rutkowski. Extreme dramatic lighting. Color palette: Deep indigo and charcoal of the room vs. the blinding, volatile neon cyan, molten gold, and plasma purple of the portal. --ar 16:9 --style raw --chaos 20 --v 6.0$

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Hyperrealistic, dynamic cinematic shot, ultra detailed, 8K. The scene: A humble, chaotic bedroom at the peak of a reality breach. The air is thick with tangible energy. A young man in simple pajamas is recoiling, not just turning. His hair and clothes are whipped by an ethereal wind emanating from the core of the chaos. His face is a frozen snapshot of stunned vulnerability, wide-eyed with a gasp, moments from being overwhelmed by awe. The source: a violently iridescent Tesseract portal is actively UNFOLDING in the center of the room, not static. It's a cascading explosion of shattered stained glass and luminescent digital runes, spinning and reconfiguring at light speed. The very walls and floor of the room are beginning to fracture and peel upwards like paper caught in a tornado, sucked into the luminous vortex. From the epicenter, crackling lassos of raw fate – not gentle threads – lash out. One has just snapped around the man's wrist, pulling his arm towards the light, its energy crawling up his skin. Particles of his ordinary life – pages from the book, dust, the fabric of his sweater – are violently levitating, disintegrating as they cross the energy threshold. Outside the window, the blur of a passing car creates a motion streak, emphasizing the shocking stillness of the outside world versus the cataclysmic change inside. The atmosphere is electric, deafeningly loud in its visual silence. Style: Epic action cinematography of Michael Bay meets the magical realism and detail of Greg Rutkowski. Extreme dramatic lighting. Color palette: Deep indigo and charcoal of the room vs. the blinding, volatile neon cyan, molten gold, and plasma purple of the portal. --ar 16:9 --style raw --chaos 20 --v 6.0

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