Prompt: A corporate office where paradoxes in business attire process applications for reality violations, their forms barely contained by their suits as they approve impossible permits. Creative Process: There was something deeply unsettling about the corporate purgatory i painted. the faceless figures stood in their pristine suits, casting shadows that seemed more alive than the beings themselves. each one perfectly spaced, like products on a shelf, waiting for souls to fill their hollow forms. the inspiration came from a fever dream about the backrooms meeting a high-end department store. the light hitting them felt like the last rays of humanity washing over automated existence. i wanted to capture that moment when conformity becomes a form of extinction..