Placeholder: Two figures standing close in a softly lit room, early 20th-century Viennese apartment, minimal furnishings, subdued colors, faces turned slightly away from each other, shared silence more important than gesture, emotional intensity held in restraint, sense of ethical and emotional experimentation, intimacy without sentimentality, modernist tone, delicate balance between closeness and distance Two figures standing close in a softly lit room, early 20th-century Viennese apartment, minimal furnishings, subdued colors, faces turned slightly away from each other, shared silence more important than gesture, emotional intensity held in restraint, sense of ethical and emotional experimentation, intimacy without sentimentality, modernist tone, delicate balance between closeness and distance

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Two figures standing close in a softly lit room, early 20th-century Viennese apartment, minimal furnishings, subdued colors, faces turned slightly away from each other, shared silence more important than gesture, emotional intensity held in restraint, sense of ethical and emotional experimentation, intimacy without sentimentality, modernist tone, delicate balance between closeness and distance

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