A desolate cemetery landscape: the dead body of a lone man, consumed by despair, hangs precariously from a rope tied to his neck with a slip knot, from a withered tree branch, surrounded by sparse, dry foliage and crumbling tombstones overgrown with moss, brittle branches, and tangled roots. Gray clouds dominate the sky, only partially illuminated by the winter sun's faint light.
His inert gray corpse hangs from the rope from his broken neck, swaying in the air, due to the wind that also moves the dry branches, and makes the dry and loose leaves fly. If you look that scene, you only can think in desolation, sadness and despair.
