整幅畫留白，只讓書頁發光

At the exact center of an impossibly vast library floating on a silent cosmic ocean — half sunk in starlight and dark water, its shelves of glowing books rising like cathedral towers — a small child in a plain white coat sits alone, reading. The open book is the brightest thing in the frame, releasing thousands of tiny golden constellations that spiral upward, tracing a vertical path from the pages toward a gigantic translucent whale made of stars slowly drifting above the library's roof. Broken clocks, astrolabes, and torn fragments of old maps float weightless in the air; distant galaxies mirror themselves on the black water below. Scale is the whole point — the child stays tiny against the towering shelves and the star-whale overhead, the composition kept perfectly symmetrical with one strong central focus. Mood of awe, quiet melancholy, and hope; poetic surrealism rendered with painterly realism, cinematic wide framing, volumetric moonlight, soft golden rim light, a palette of deep indigo and warm amber, ultra detailed, museum-quality finish, 8K, sharp focus.