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sketchfab

First Attempt At Ruined Interior I stepped into the room and was immediately struck by the sheer chaos that surrounded me. The walls were a dull gray, but they seemed to fade into the background as my eyes wandered across the scattered remnants of what once was a beautiful space. A large hole yawned in the center of the floor, its edges jagged and rough, like the teeth of some ancient predator. The air inside was thick with dust, and the silence was oppressive, weighing heavily on my shoulders. To one side, a bookshelf stood, its shelves shattered and empty, the books scattered across the floor like discarded leaves. A vase lay broken, its fragments strewn about as if it had been carelessly tossed aside. The furniture, what little remained of it, seemed to have been ravaged by some unseen force. The couch was torn apart, its cushions shredded and discarded. The chair stood alone, its back snapped in two, like a twig twisted in the grip of an unseen hand. It was as if some malevolent entity had stormed through this room, leaving nothing but destruction and chaos in its wake. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I took it all in, the weight of what I saw settling heavy on my heart.