Prompt
Wide three-quarter view of a small warm kitchen in which two friends sit at a little round oak table by the window, heads tipped back in unguarded laughter, elbows folded across their chests with hands tucked away, one knee of each bumping under the table. On the table stand two plain unlabeled ceramic mugs and nothing else.
The room itself is unfolding: the walls move outward from the table like accordion bellows, tall soft folds of the same pale sage-and-cream patterned wallpaper receding from the center, the pattern visibly wider between each new fold, corners continuous and coherent, the wooden floor and its boards stretching smoothly with the walls, baseboards following every fold. The table and friends stay exactly the same size at the center while the room grows around them.
Warm late-afternoon window light from the left rakes across the table and deepens softly into the folds, honeyed and gentle, surreal interior photography with a natural candid feel, 16:9 wide composition with the expanding walls running to every edge of the frame, nothing cropped mid-fold. No text, captions, logos, or watermarks anywhere; every surface blank.