A NEW HOPE? (context for desc)

Harley sits deep within a cavern of jagged stone, shadows twisting around him like smoke. But something is different—his face is split by a surreal, almost drawn-on smile, eyes wide and unnerving as if sketched with ink. It’s a smile born of madness, yet faintly fragile, as though a spark of the old Harley still flickers beneath the chaos.

From the darkness, a figure descends: DJ. Halo glowing faintly above his head, he moves with purpose, a gleaming sword in hand. He doesn’t attack; he doesn’t judge. Instead, he reaches toward Harley, offering light and calm amidst the swirling shadows of the cave. Every step DJ takes cuts through the oppressive atmosphere, a promise of guidance and protection.

Harley tilts his head, unsure if this presence is real or another trick of his fractured mind. DJ speaks softly, words gentle but firm, urging Harley to face the grief and rage he’s been carrying. Slowly, the chains of madness loosen, just enough for Harley to feel… something like hope again.

The cave echoes with silence, tension, and the faint glint of DJ’s sword as he waits, patient, for Harley to choose whether to accept the help being offered… or retreat further into the shadows.

Then—