A human head made of typed words rises from a vintage typewriter on a writer’s desk in noir lighting — an image

Prompt

A vintage typewriter on a writer's desk, with the [SUBJECT] materializing from the words being typed, rising from the page as narrative becomes reality. Letters at the base are still flat ink, sentences curl upward becoming ribbons of text that weave into three-dimensional form, [KEY FEATURES] fully realized at the apex while origin remains visible as pure language. The [SUBJECT] is literally made of story, words still legible in skin and surface. Fresh typing continues below, feeding the manifestation. Crumpled drafts, coffee rings, deadline notes surround the machine. The ribbon bleeds into being. The writer's hands hover at keys, unsure if they control this anymore. Late night desk lamp casting harsh pool of light, noir shadows, amber and cream tones, 8K, the fiction that writes itself.