After Hours at the Low Light Lounge
The Low Light Lounge in Somewhereville sits empty, like a hollowed-out shell whispering memories from last night’s music. The smoke still hangs in the air, a thin, gray haze clinging to the wooden tables and scuffed floorboards, lingering like it doesn't want to leave. The tables are bare, save for a few abandoned glasses with lipstick stains and the glitter of forgotten coins scattered like loose promises, waiting for another night to break the hearts of those who live for the night.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
After Hours at the Low Light Lounge
The Low Light Lounge in Somewhereville sits empty, like a hollowed-out shell whispering memories from last night’s music. The smoke still hangs in the air, a thin, gray haze clinging to the wooden tables and scuffed floorboards, lingering like it doesn't want to leave. The tables are bare, save for a few abandoned glasses with lipstick stains and the glitter of forgotten coins scattered like loose promises, waiting for another night to break the hearts of those who live for the night.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.