<lora:JohnKennMortensenStyle:1>John Kenn Mortensen Style, A boy on a bicycle pauses on an empty street as houses bend inward, windows transforming into hungry eyes tracking his movement. Telephone poles have become impossibly tall figures with wire arms stretching across the sky. The road ahead leads to a tunnel-like mouth opening in the pavement. Every brick, shingle and crack is rendered with obsessive detail in black ink, creating suffocating depth through precise hatching. The child's small form is surrounded by suburban normalcy twisted into menacing geometry. A paper boat floats in a rain-filled gutter, drawing his attention toward waiting shadows.
