As the golden rays of dawn filter through gossamer curtains,a Dali-esque melting clock on the wall signals the arrival of breakfast time,its warped numerals dripping onto a Mondrian-inspired checkerboard floor. A (famished figure:1.2),rendered in Picasso's angular cubist style,hunches over a Van Gogh-esque swirling wooden table,their hollow stomach a cavernous void yearning to be filled.( Steam rises:1.1) from a surreal spread of Magritte-inspired floating fruit and Warhol-esque repetitive toast patterns,the aroma a tantalizing symphony that dances on the edge of reality. Soft-edged Monet brush strokes blend the boundaries between the hunger-induced hallucinations and the tangible feast before them. A Klimt-like shower of golden flakes cascades from an ornate ceiling. As the figure reaches for sustenance,their elongated Giacometti-styled fingers stretch across the canvas of this final daily repast,a poignant reminder that no more images will grace this day's palette.,