The condensation is climbing the wrong way. Everything else in the greenhouse is exactly as it should be. Photographic print, one quiet impossibility.

Hand-inked gothic blackletter headline on a solid black background, the exact text "ABANDON ALL SMALL TALK" is the dominant central element arranged across three stacked lines, every word spelled correctly, heavy imperfect hand-inked stroke weight with distressed rough edges, letters filled solid white, a small hand-drawn zipper stitched directly across the base of the word TALK as if sewing it shut, a tiny woodcut-style ornamental line border above and below the text, one muted crimson-red highlight filling only the zipper pull, flat spot color, no gradients, dense arcane-manifesto composition sized for a large back print, clean enclosed silhouette for cutout.

Chasing magic. It's always just out of reach.