Elias looked at his screen. The render was finished. He gasped. It wasn't just good; it was perfect. The glass looked real, the wood grain possessed a tangible depth, and the sunlight filtering through the digital trees looked indistinguishable from reality.
A cold dread washed over him. He hadn't put his name anywhere in the SketchUp file. Elias looked at his screen
The fluorescent lights of the studio hummed a low, mocking G-flat. It was 3:00 AM, and Elias was staring at a progress bar that hadn’t moved in forty minutes. His final architecture thesis was due in exactly five hours. If he didn't submit the photorealistic renders of his sustainable housing complex, he wouldn't graduate. mocking G-flat. It was 3:00 AM