A solitary figure sits alone on a weathered wooden bench under a starry sky. The man's face is downturned, his eyes cast downward as if weighted by the heaviness of his thoughts. His shoulders slump, and his hands hang limp between his knees. A faint moon casts an eerie glow on his worn denim jeans and faded plaid shirt. The surrounding landscape is dark and quiet, punctuated only by the occasional distant howl of a wolf or hoot of an owl. The man's isolation is palpable in the stillness of the cloudy and overcast night, the only sound being the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.
